CROMWELL.
Why, my lord?
GARDINER.
Do not I know you for a favourer
Of this new sect? Ye are not sound.
CROMWELL.
Not sound?
GARDINER.
Not sound, I say.
CROMWELL.
Would you were half so honest!
Men’s prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
GARDINER.
I shall remember this bold language.
CROMWELL.
Do.
Remember your bold life too.
CHANCELLOR.
This is too much.
Forbear, for shame, my lords.
GARDINER.
I have done.
CROMWELL.
And I.