_Crom._ My Lord of Winchester, you are a little,[818] By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble, However faulty, yet should find respect 75 For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty[819] To load a falling man. _Gar._ Good master secretary,[820] I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst Of all this table, say so. _Crom._ Why, my lord? _Gar._ Do not I know you for a favourer 80 Of this new sect? ye are not sound. _Crom._ Not sound? _Gar._ Not sound, I say. _Crom._ Would you were half so honest! Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears. _Gar._ I shall remember this bold language. _Crom._ Do. Remember your bold life too. _Chan._ This is too much;[821] 85 Forbear, for shame, my lords. _Gar._ I have done.[822] _Crom._ And I. _Chan._ Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed,[823] I take it, by all voices, that forthwith You be convey'd to the Tower a prisoner; There to remain till the king's further pleasure 90 Be known unto us: are you all agreed, lords?[824] _All._ We are. _Cran._ Is there no other way of mercy. But I must needs to the Tower, my lords? _Gar._ What other Would you expect? you are strangely troublesome.[825] Let some o' the guard be ready there. _Enter_ Guard.[826] _Cran._ For me? 95 Must I go like a traitor thither? _Gar._ Receive him, And see him safe i' the Tower. _Cran._ Stay, good my lords, I have a little yet to say. Look there, my lords; By virtue of that ring, I take my cause Out of the gripes of cruel men, and give it 100 To a most noble judge, the king my master. _Cham._ This is the king's ring.[827] _Sur._ 'Tis no counterfeit. _Suf._ 'Tis the right ring, by heaven: I told ye all,[828] When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling, 'Twould fall upon ourselves. _Nor._ Do you think, my lords, 105 The king will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vex'd? _Cham._ 'Tis now too certain:[827] How much more is his life in value with him? Would I were fairly out on't! _Crom._ My mind gave me, In seeking tales and informations 110 Against this man, whose honesty the devil And his disciples only envy at,[829] Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!