_King._ Ha! 'tis he, indeed: 25 Is this the honour they do one another? 'Tis well there's one above 'em yet. I had thought[802] They had parted so much honesty among 'em,[803] At least good manners, as not thus to suffer A man of his place and so near our favour 30 To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, And at the door too, like a post with packets. By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery: Let 'em alone, and draw the curtain close; We shall hear more anon. [_Exeunt._[804] 35 SCENE III. _The council-chamber._ _Enter_ LORD CHANCELLOR, _places himself at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a seat being left void above him, as for_ CANTERBURY'S _seat_; DUKE OF SUFFOLK, DUKE OF NORFOLK, SURREY, LORD CHAMBERLAIN, GARDINER, _seat themselves in order on each side_. CROMWELL _at lower end, as secretary. Keeper at the door._[805] _Chan._ Speak to the business, master secretary:[806] Why are we met in council?[807] _Crom._ Please your honours, The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.[808] _Gar._ Has he had knowledge of it? _Crom._ Yes. _Nor._ Who waits there? _Keep._ Without, my noble lords? _Gar._ Yes.[809] _Keep._ My lord archbishop; 5 And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures. _Chan._ Let him come in. _Keep._ Your grace may enter now. [_Cranmer enters and approaches the council-table._[810] _Chan._ My good lord archbishop, I'm very sorry To sit here at this present and behold That chair stand empty: but we all are men, 10 In our own natures frail and capable[811] Of our flesh; few are angels: out of which frailty[811][812] And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, Toward the king first, then his laws, in filling 15 The whole realm, by your teaching and your chaplains-- For so we are inform'd--with new opinions, Divers and dangerous; which are heresies, And, not reform'd, may prove pernicious.