I will play no more tonight; My mind's not on't; you are too hard for me. Sir, I did never win of you before. But little, Charles; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play. Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news? 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 Most heartily to pray for her. What say'st thou, ha? To pray for her? what, is she crying out? So said her woman; and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. Alas, good lady! God safely quit her of her burthen, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! '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 Would not be friendly to. I wish your highness A quiet night; and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. Charles, good night. Well, sir, what follows? Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me. Ha! Canterbury? Ay, my good lord. 'Tis true: where is he, Denny? He attends your highness' pleasure. This is about that which the bishop spake: I am happily come hither. Avoid the gallery. Ha! I have said. Be gone. What! I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. How now, my lord! you desire to know Wherefore I sent for you. It is my duty To attend your highness' pleasure. Pray you, arise, My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury. Come, you and I must walk a turn together; I have news to tell you: come, come, give me your hand. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, And am right sorry to repeat what follows I have, and most unwillingly, of late Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, Have moved us and our council, that you shall This morning come before us; where, I know, You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, But that, till further trial in those charges Which will require your answer, you must take Your patience to you, and be well contented To make your house our Tower: you a brother of us, It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Would