| ACT V SCENE II | Before the council-chamber. Pursuivants, Pages, &c. | |
| | attending. | |
| | Enter CRANMER | |
| CRANMER | I hope I am not too late; and yet the gentleman, | |
| | That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me | |
| | To make great haste. All fast? what means this? Ho! | 5 |
| | Who waits there? Sure, you know me? | |
| | Enter Keeper | |
| Keeper | Yes, my lord; | |
| | But yet I cannot help you. | |
| CRANMER | Why? | |
| | Enter DOCTOR BUTTS | |
| Keeper | Your grace must wait till you be call'd for. | 10 |
| CRANMER | So. | |
| DOCTOR BUTTS | Aside | |
| | I came this way so happily: the king | |
| | Shall understand it presently. | |
| | Exit | |
| CRANMER | Aside | |
| | The king's physician: as he pass'd along, | |
| | How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! | 15 |
| | Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain, | |
| | This is of purpose laid by some that hate me-- | |
| | God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice-- | |
| | To quench mine honour: they would shame to make me | |
| | Wait else at door, a fellow-counsellor, | 20 |
| | 'Mong boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleasures | |
| | Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience. | |
| | Enter the KING HENRY VIII and DOCTOR BUTTS at a window above | |
| DOCTOR BUTTS | I'll show your grace the strangest sight-- | |
| KING HENRY VIII | What's that, Butts? | |
| DOCTOR BUTTS | I think your highness saw this many a day. | 25 |
| KING HENRY VIII | Body o' me, where is it? | |
| DOCTOR BUTTS | There, my lord: | |
| | The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; | |
| | Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, | |
| | Pages, and footboys. | 30 |
| KING HENRY VIII | Ha! 'tis he, indeed: | |
| | Is this the honour they do one another? | |
| | 'Tis well there's one above 'em yet. I had thought | |
| | They had parted so much honesty among 'em | |
| | At least, good manners, as not thus to suffer | 35 |
| | A man of his place, and so near our favour, | |
| | To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, | |
| | And at the door too, like a post with packets. | |
| | By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: | |
| | Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close: | 40 |
| | We shall hear more anon. | |
| | Exeunt | |