The hearts of princes kiss obedience, virtues you; Beware, you lose it not: For us, if you please To trust us in your business, we are ready To use our utmost studies in your service, Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: And, pray, forgive me, If I have us'de myself unmannerly: You know, I am a woman, lacking wit To make a seemly answer to such persons. Pray, do my service to his majesty : He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers, Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs, That little thought, when she set footing here, She should have bought her dignities so dear. (Ereunt. his maji have my pra fathers, • Behaved. SCENE II. Ante-chamber to the King's apartment. 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, With these you bear already. Sur. I am joyful Which of the peers Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures : O, fear him not; • Enforce. Sur. Sir, Believe it, this is true. How came Most strangely. O, how, how? Sur. Has the king this? i Believe it. Sur. Will this work? Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts, 'Would he had ! Now all my joy My amen to't! All men's. Suff. There's order given for her coronation : Marry, this is yet but young t, and may be left To some ears unrecounted.-But, my lords, She is a gallant creature, and complete In mind and feature : 1 persuade me, from her But, will the king Marry, amen! No, no; There be more wasps that buz about his nose, Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave; Has left the cause o'the king uvhandled ; and Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal, To second all his plot. I do assure you The king cry'd, ha! at this. Chan. Now, God incense him, And let him cry ha, louder! Nor. But, my lord, Suff. He is return'd, in his opinions; which This same Cranmer's He has; and we shall see him For it, an archbishop. Nor. So I hear. · Suff 'Tis so. The cardinal # Made memorable. Enter Wolsey and Cromwell. Nor. Observe, observe, he's moody. king? Presently Is he ready To come abroad? I think, by this he is. Wol. Leave me a while.- (Erit Cromwell. 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 :' There is more in it than fair visage.-Bullen! No, we'll no Bullens.-Speedily I wish To hear from Rome.The marchioness of Pem. broke! Suff Sharp enough, daughter, To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it; Then, out it goes. What though I know her virtuous, And well-deserving? yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran; and not wholesome to Our cause, that she should lie i'the bosom of Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up An beretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one May be, he hears the king |