CRANMER.
I hope I am not too late, and yet the gentleman
That was sent to me from the Council prayed me
To make great haste. All fast? What means this? Ho!
Who waits there?
Enter Keeper.
Sure you know me?
KEEPER.
Yes, my lord,
But yet I cannot help you.
CRANMER.
Why?
KEEPER.
Your Grace must wait till you be called for.
Enter Doctor Butts.
CRANMER.
So.
BUTTS.
[Aside.] This is a piece of malice. I am glad
I came this way so happily. The King
Shall understand it presently.
[Exit.]