Page 1739 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling,
’Twould fall upon ourselves.

NORFOLK
Do you think, my lords,
The King will suffer but the little finger [140]
Of this man to be vexed?

CHAMBERLAIN
’Tis now too certain
How much more is his life in value with him!
Would I were fairly out on’t!

CROMWELL
My mind gave me,

In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil [145]
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye!

Enter the King frowning on them; takes his seat

GARDINER

Dread sovereign, how much are we bound to heaven
In daily thanks, that gave us such a prince,
Not only good and wise, but most religious; [150]
One that in all obedience makes the church
The chief aim of his honour, and, to strengthen

That holy duty, out of dear respect,
His royal self in judgement comes to hear
The cause betwixt her and this great offender. [155]

KING
You were ever good at sudden commendations,

Bishop of Winchester. But know I come not
To hear such flattery now, and in my presence
They are too thin and bare to hide offences;
To me you cannot reach. You play the spaniel, [160]