SECOND SHERIFF. Sir Thomas More, I have heard you oft, As many other did, to our great comfort. MORE. Pray God, you may so now, with all my heart! And, as I call to mind, When I studied the law in Lincoln’s Inn, I was of council with ye in a cause. SECOND SHERIFF. I was about to say so, good Sir Thomas...... MORE. Oh, is this the place? I promise ye, it is a goodly scaffold: In sooth, I am come about a headless errand, For I have not much to say, now I am here. Well, let’s ascend, a God’s name: In troth, methinks, your stair is somewhat weak; I prithee, honest friend, lend me thy hand To help me up; as for my coming down, Let me alone, I’ll look to that myself. [As he is going up the stairs, enters the Earls of Surrey and Shrewsbury.] My Lords of Surrey and Shrewsbury, give me your hands. Yet before we....ye see, though it pleaseth the king to raise me thus high, yet I am not proud, for the higher I mount, the better I can see my friends about me. I am now on a far voyage, and this strange wooden horse must bear me thither; yet I perceive by your looks you like my bargain so ill, that there’s not one of ye all dare enter with me. Truly, here’s a most sweet gallery; [Walking.] I like the air of it better than my garden at Chelsea. By your patience, good people, that have pressed thus into my bedchamber, if you’ll not trouble me, I’ll take a sound sleep here. SHREWSBURY. My lord, twere good you’ld publish to the world Your great offence unto his majesty. MORE. My lord, I’ll bequeath this legacy to the hangman, [Gives him his gown.] and do it instantly. I confess, his majesty hath been ever good to me; and my offence to his highness makes me of a state pleader a stage player (though I am old, and have a bad voice), to act this last scene of my tragedy. I’ll send him (for my trespass) a reverend head, somewhat bald; for it is not requisite any head should stand covered to so high majesty: if that content him not, because I think my body will then do me small pleasure, let him but bury it, and take it. SURREY. My lord, my lord, hold conference with your soul; You see, my lord, the time of life is short. MORE. I see it, my good lord; I dispatched that business the last night. I come hither only to be let blood; my doctor here tells me it is good for the headache. HANGMAN. I beseech thee, my lord, forgive me! MORE. Forgive thee, honest fellow! why? HANGMAN. For your death, my lord.