Meantime, _Father's_ Foes ... alack that anie can shew 'emselves such! are aiming, by fayr Seemings of friendlie Conference, to draw from him Admissions they can come at after noe other Fashion. The new _Solicitor Generall_ hath gone to the Tower to deprive him of the few Books I have taken him from Time to Time.... Ah, Master _Rich_, you must deprive him of his Brains afore you can rob him of their Contents!... and, while having 'em packt up, he falls into easie Dialogue with him, as thus, ... "Why now, sure, Mr. _More_, were there an Act of Parliament made that all the Realm shoulde take me for King, you woulde take me for such with the Rest." "Aye, that would I, Sir," returns _Father_. "Forsooth, then," pursues _Rich_, "we'll suppose another Act that should make me the Pope. Woulde you not take me for Pope?" "Or suppose another Case, Mr. _Rich_," returns _Father_, "that another Act shoulde pass, that GOD shoulde not be GOD, would you say well and good?" "No, truly," returns the other hastily, "for no Parliament coulde make such Act lawful." "True, as you say," repeats _Father_, "they coulde not," ... soe eluded the Net of the Fowler; but how miserable and unhandsome a Device to lay wait for him thus! ... I stole forthe, ere 'twas Lighte, this damp chill Morning, to pray beside the little Grave, but found dear _Daisy_ there before me. How Christians love one another! _Will's_ Loss is as heavie as mine, yet he bears with me tenderlie. Yesternighte, he sayth to me half reproachfullie, "Am not I better unto thee than ten Sons?" _March, 1535._ Spring comes, that brings Rejuvenescence to the Land, and Joy to the Heart, but it brings none to us, for where Hope dieth, Joy dieth. But Patience, Soul; GOD'S yet in the Aumry! _May 7._ _Father_ arraigned. _July 1._ By Reason of _Will's_ minding to be present at the Triall, which, for the Concourse of Spectators, demanded his earlie Attendance, he committed the Care of me, with _Bess_, to _Dancey_, who got us Places to see _Father_ on his Way from the _Tower_ to _Westminster Hall_. We coulde not come at him for the Crowd, but clambered on a Bench to gaze our very Hearts away after him as he went by, sallow, thin, grey-haired, yet in Mien not a Whit cast down. Wrapt in a coarse woollen Gown, and leaning on a Staff; which unwonted Support when _Bess_ markt, she hid her Eyes on my Shoulder and wept sore, but soon lookt up agayn, though her Eyes were soe blinded, I think she coulde not see him. His Face was calm, but grave, as he came up, but just as he passed he caughte the Eye of some one in the Crowd, and smiled in his old, frank Way; then glanced up towards the Windows with the bright Look he hath soe oft cast to me at my Casement, but saw us not. I coulde not help crying "_Father_," but he heard me not; perchance 'twas soe best.... I woulde not have had his Face cloud at the Sighte of poor _Bessy's_ Tears.