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.
SUFFOLK.
’Tis the right ring, by heaven! I told ye all,
When we first put this dangerous stone a-rolling,
’Twould fall upon ourselves.
NORFOLK.
Do you think, my lords,
The King will suffer but the little finger
Of this man to be vexed?
CHAMBERLAIN.
’Tis now too certain.
How much more is his life in value with him?
Would I were fairly out on’t!
CROMWELL.
My mind gave me,
In seeking tales and informations
Against this man, whose honesty the devil
And his disciples only envy at,
Ye blew the fire that burns ye. Now have at ye!