_Lov._ Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell, Beside that of the jewel house, is made master[737] O' the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,[738] 35 Stands in the gap and trade of moe preferments,[739] With which the time will load him. The archbishop[740] Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare speak[741] One syllable against him? _Gar._ Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,[742] There are that dare; and I myself have ventured 40 To speak my mind of him: and indeed this day,[743] Sir, I may tell it you, I think I have Incensed the lords o' the council that he is--[744] For so I know he is, they know he is-- A most arch-heretic, a pestilence 45 That does infect the land: with which they moved Have broken with the king; who hath so far Given ear to our complaint, of his great grace[745] And princely care foreseeing those fell mischiefs Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded[746] 50 To-morrow morning to the council-board He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas,[747] And we must root him out. From your affairs I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas. _Lov._ Many good nights, my lord: I rest your servant. 55 [_Exeunt Gardiner and Page._ _Enter_ KING _and_ SUFFOLK.[748] _King._ Charles, I will play no more to-night;[749] My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me. _Suf._ Sir, I did never win of you before. _King._ But little, Charles, Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.[750] 60 Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news? _Lov._ I could not personally deliver to her What you commanded me, but by her woman I sent your message; who return'd her thanks In the great'st humbleness, and desired your highness[751] 65 Most heartily to pray for her. _King._ What say'st thou, ha? To pray for her? what, is she crying out? _Lov._ So said her woman, and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. _King._ Alas, good lady! _Suf._ God safely quit her of her burthen, and 70 With gentle travail, to the gladding of[752] Your highness with an heir! _King._ 'Tis midnight, Charles; Prithee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; For I must think of that which company 75 Would not be friendly to. _Suf._ I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. _King._ Charles, good night. [_Exit Suffolk._ _Enter_ SIR ANTHONY DENNY.[753]