He has; and we shall see him For it an archbishop.
That Cranmer is return’d with welcome, Install’d Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.
He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the Archbishop’s, The virtuous Cranmer.
The Archbishop Is the King’s hand and tongue; and who dare speak One syllable against him?
Sir, I have brought my lord the Archbishop, As you commanded me.
My Lord Archbishop; And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures.
Thank you, good Lord Archbishop.
O Lord Archbishop, Thou hast made me now a man!
Enter two Vergers, with short silver wands; next them, two Scribes, in the habit of doctors; after them, the Archbishop of Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops of Lincoln, Ely, Rochester, and Saint Asaph; next them, with some small distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the purse, with the great seal, and a cardinal’s hat; then two Priests, bearing each silver cross; then a Gentleman Usher bareheaded, accompanied with a Sergeant-at-arms bearing a silver mace; then two Gentlemen…
The Archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other Learned and reverend fathers of his order, Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off From Ampthill where the Princess lay; to which She was often cited by them, but appear’d not; And, to be short, for not appearance and The King’s late scruple, by the main assent Of all these learned men she was divorc’d, And the late marriage made of none effect; Since which she was remov’d to Kimbolton, Where she remains now sick.
At length her Grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the altar; where she kneel’d, and saintlike Cast her fair eyes to heaven and pray’d devoutly; Then rose again and bow’d her to the people, When by the Archbishop of Canterbury She had all the royal makings of a queen, As holy oil, Edward Confessor’s crown, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems Laid nobly on her; which perform’d, the choir, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, Together sung "Te Deum."
My good Lord Archbishop, I’m very sorry To sit here at this present, and behold That chair stand empty; but we all are men, In our own natures frail, and capable Of our flesh; few are angels: out of which frailty And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Have misdemean’d yourself, and not a little, Toward the King first, then his laws, in filling The whole realm, by your teaching and your chaplains, For so we are inform’d, with new opinions Divers and dangerous, which are…
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The Archbishop of Canterbury is the principal leader of the Church of England.