Nay, why should I?
The prison fare is good enough for me.
COLE. Ay, but to give the poor.
CRANMER. Hand it me, then!
I thank you.
COLE. For a little space, farewell;
Until I see you in St. Mary's Church.
[_Exit_ COLE.
CRANMER. It is against all precedent to burn
One who recants; they mean to pardon me.
To give the poor--they give the poor who die.
Well, burn me or not burn me I am fixt;
It is but a communion, not a mass:
A holy supper, not a sacrifice;
No man can make his Maker--Villa Garcia.
_Enter_ VILLA GARCIA.
VILLA GARCIA. Pray you write out this paper for me, Cranmer.
CRANMER. Have I not writ enough to satisfy you?
VILLA GARCIA. It is the last.
CRANMER. Give it me, then.
[_He writes_.
VILLA GARCIA. Now sign.
CRANMER. I have sign'd enough, and I will sign no more.
VILLA GARCIA. It is no more than what you have sign'd already,
The public form thereof.
CRANMER. It may be so;
I sign it with my presence, if I read it.
VILLA GARCIA. But this is idle of you. Well, sir, well,
You are to beg the people to pray for you;
Exhort them to a pure and virtuous life;
Declare the Queen's right to the throne; confess
Your faith before all hearers; and retract
That Eucharistic doctrine in your book.
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