GARDINER

But to be commanded For ever by your Grace, whose hand ha raised me. It's one a clock Boy, is't not. These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights: Times to repair our Nature With comforting repose, and not for us To waste these times. Good hour of night Sir Thomas : Whither so late? Not yet Sir Thomas Lovel : what's the matter? It seems you are in hast: and if there be No great offence belongs too't, give your Friend Some touch of your late business: Affairs that walk (As they say Spirits do) at midnight, have In them a wilder Nature, then the business That seeks dispatch by day. The fruit she goes with I pray for heartily, that it may find Good time, and live: but for the Stock Sir Thomas, I wish it grubbed up now. But Sir, Sir, Hear me Sir Thomas, you are a Gentleman Of mine own way. I know you Wise, Religious, And let me tell you, it will never be well, It'll not Sir Thomas Lovel, tak't of me, Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she Sleep in their Graves. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that Date, and I my self have ventured To speak my mind of him: and indeed this day, Sir (I may tell it you) I think I have Incensed the Lords of the Council, that he is (For so I know he is, they know he is) A most Arch-Heretique, a Pestilence That does infect the Land: with which, they moved Have broken with the King, who hath so far Given care to our Complaint, of his great Grace, And Princely Care, foreseeing those fell Mischiefs, Our Reasons laid before him, hath commanded To morrow Morning to the Council Board He be convented. He's a rank weed Sir Thomas, And we must root him out. From your Affairs I hinder you too long: Good night, Sir Thomas. Ha he had knowledge of it? Yes. Which Reformation must be sudden too My Noble Lords; for those that tame wild Horses, Pace they not in their hands to make they gentle; But stop their mouths with stubborn Bits & spur they, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer Out of our easiness and childish pity To one men Honour, this contagious sickness; Farewell all Physic: and what follows then? Commotions, uproars, with a general Taint Of the whole State; as of late days our neighbours, The upper Germany can dearly witness: Yet freshly pitied in our memories. My Lord, because we have business of more more meant, We will be short with you. It's his Highness pleasure And our consent, for better trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower, Where being but a private man again, You shall know many dare accuse you boldly, More then (I fear) you are provided for. My Lord, my Lord, you are a Sectary, That's the plain truth; your painted gloss discovers To men that understand you, words and weakness. Good M. Secretary, I cry your Honour mercy; you may worst Of all this Table say so. Do not I know you for a Favourer Of this new Sect? you are not found. Not found I say. I shall remember this bold Language. I have done. What other, Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome: Let some of the Guard be ready there. Receive him, And see him safe in the Tower. 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: One that in all obedience, makes the Church The chief aim of his Honour, and to strengthen That holy duty out of deer respect, His Royal self in Judgement comes to hear The cause betwixt her, and this great offender. With a true heart, And Brother; love I do it. I did Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolk.