SCENE II.-Ante-chamber to the KING'S Apart ment Enter the Duke of NORFOLK, the Duke of SUFFOLK, the Earl of SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints, And force them with a constancy, the Cardinal Cannot stand under them: if you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promise But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, Sur. I am joyful To meet the least occasion that may give me Remembrance of my father-in-law, the Duke, To be revenged on him. Suf. Which of the peers Have uncontemned gone by him, or at least Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures. What we can do to him,-though now the time If you cannot Bar his access to the King, never attempt Over the King in 's tongue. Nor. O, fear him not; His spell in that is out: the King hath found Matter against him that for ever mars The honey of his language. No, he's settled, Sur. Sir, I should be glad to hear such news as this Once every hour. Nor. Believe it, this is true. In the divorce, his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded; wherein he appears As I would wish mine enemy. And came to the eye o' the King; wherein was read, How that the Cardinal did entreat His Holiness To stay the judgment o' the divorce; for if My King is tangled in affection to A creature of the Queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.' Sur. Has the King this? Suf. Sur. Believe it. Will this work? Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coasts, And hedges his own way. But in this point Sur. 'Would he had! Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord; For, I profess, you have 't. Suf. There's order given for her coronation: In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall Sur. But, will the King There be moe wasps that buzz about his nose, Campeius Cardinal Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave; To second all his plot. I do assure you, Suf. He is returned, in his opinions, which Almost in Christendom. Shortly, I believe, Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain Wol. The packet, Cromwell, Gave 't you the King? Crom. To his own hand, in 's bedchamber. Presently It shall be to the Duchess of Alençon, The French King's sister: he shall marry her.— Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him: |