King. [To Cromwell.] Sir,
Thou seest me with my children. Doth thine errand
Demand their absence?
Cromwell. No. I sent them to thee
In Christian charity. Thou hast not fallen
Among the heathen!
King. Howsoever sent,
It was a royal boon. My heart hath ached
With the vain agony of longing love
To look upon those blooming cheeks, to kiss