Full of sad thoughts and troubles. Nor. What's the cause? Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience. Suf. No, his conscience "T is so. Has crept too near another lady. Suf. 'Pray God, he do: he'll never know himself else. Nor. How holily he works in all his business! And with what zeal for now he has cracked the league Between us and the Emperor, the Queen's great nephew, He dives into the King's soul; and there scatters That like a jewel has hung twenty years Of her that loves him with that excellence "T is most true These news are everywhere; eyery tongue speaks them, And every true heart weeps for 't. All, that dare Look into these affairs, see this main end, The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open The King's eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold bad-man. Suf. And free us from his slavery. Nor. We had need pray, And heartily, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages. All men's honours Into what pitch he please. For me, my lords, Suf. If the King please: his curses and his blessings I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him Nor. Let's in ; And with some other business put the King From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon him. My lord, you'll bear us company? Cham. Excuse me; The King hath sent me otherwhere: besides, Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. NORFOLK opens a folding door. The KING is discovered sitting, and reading pensively Suf. How sad he looks: sure, he is much afflicted. K. Hen. Who is there? Ha! Nor. 'Pray God, he be not angry. K. Hen. Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves, Into my private meditations? Who am I? Ha! Nor. A gracious King, that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty this way Is business of estate; in which we come To know your royal pleasure. K. Hen. Ye are too bold. Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: Is this an hour for temporal affairs? Ha!— Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS Who's there -My good lord Cardinal? O, my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience; Thou art a cure fit for a King.-[To CAMPEIUS.] You're welcome, Most learned Reverend Sir, into our kingdom; Use us, and it :-[To WOLSEY.] My good lord, have great care I be not found a talker. Wol. Sir, you cannot.— I would, your grace would give us but an hour K. Hen. [To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK.] We are busy. Go! Nor. [Aside to SUFFOLK.] This priest has no pride in him? Suf. [Aside to NORFOLK.] Not to speak of. I would not be so sick though for his place: But this cannot continue. Nor. [Aside to SUFFOLK.] If it do, I'll venture one have-at-him. Suf. [Aside to NORFOLK.] I another. [Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom Above all princes, in committing freely Your scruple to the voice of Christendom. Who can be angry now? what envy I mean the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms, Have their free voices; Rome, the nurse of judgment, Invited by your noble self, hath sent One general tongue unto us, this good man, welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves: They have sent me such a man I would have wished for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, You are so noble. To your highness' hand |