CHANCELLOR.
Then thus for you, my lord: it stands agreed,
I take it, by all voices, that forthwith
You be conveyed to th’ Tower a prisoner,
There to remain till the King’s further pleasure
Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, lords?
ALL.
We are.
CRANMER.
Is there no other way of mercy
But I must needs to th’ Tower, my lords?
GARDINER.
What other
Would you expect? You are strangely troublesome.
Let some o’ th’ guard be ready there.
Enter the guard.
CRANMER.
For me?
Must I go like a traitor thither?
GARDINER.
Receive him,
And see him safe i’ th’ Tower.
CRANMER.
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
To a most noble judge, the King my master.
CHAMBERLAIN.
This is the King’s ring.
SURREY.
’Tis no counterfeit.