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Turns what he lists. The king will know him one
day. Suff. 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 crack'd the
league Between us and the emperor, the queen's great ne
- phew, He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience, Fears, and despairs, and all these for his marriage : And, out of all these to restore the king, He counsels a divorce; a loss of her, That, like a jewel, bas hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her lustre; Of her, that loves him with that excellence That angels love good men with ; even of her That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls, Will bless the king: And is not this course pious ? Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel ! 'Tis
most true, These news are every where; every tongue speaks
them, And every true heart weeps fort: 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. Suff.
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 Lie in one lump before him, to be fashiou'd Tato what pitch* he please. Suff
For me, my lords, I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed:
As I am made without him, so I'll stand,
Thanks, my good lord chamberlain.
[Erit Lord Chamberlain.
Norfolk opens a folding-door. The King is disco
vered sitting, and reading pensively.
Pray God, he be not angry.
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.
You 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 Wol.
The quiet of my wounded conscience,
(To Wolsey. Wol.
Sir, you cannot.
[To Norfolk and Suffolk. Nor. This prfest has no pride in him? Suff.
Not to speak of; I would not be so sick though*, for his place :
(Aside. But this cannot continue. Nor.
If it do,
(Ereunt 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 reach you? The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her, Must now confess, if they have any goodness, The trial just and noble. All the clerks, I mean, the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms, Have their free voices; Rome, the nurse of judge.
ment, Invited by your noble self, hath sent One general tongue unto us, this good man, This just and learned priest, cardinal Campeius; Whom, once more, I present unto your highness. K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arms, I bid him
welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves;
They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd
for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers'
loves, You are so noble: To your highness' hand I tender my commission; by whose virtue, (The court of Rome commanding),--you, my lord Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant, In the unpartial judging of this business. K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be
acquainted Forthwith, for what you come:- Where's Gardiner?
Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov'd her So dear in heart, not to deny her that A woman of less place might ask by law, Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.
en. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my
favour To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal, Prythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary; I find him a fit fellow.
Re.enter Wolsey, with Gardiner.
Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour
to you; You are the king's now. Gard.
But to be commanded For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me.
[Aside. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner.
[They converse apart.
Yes, he was.
then Even of yourself, lord cardinal.
How! of me! Cam. They will not stick to say, you envied him ; And fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign man* still; which so griev'd him, That he ran mad, and died. Wol.
Heaven's peace be with him ! That's christian care enough: for living murmurers, There's places of rebuke. He was a fool; For he would needs be virtuous: That good fellow, If I command him, follows my appointment; I will have none so near else. Learu this, brother, We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
[Erit Gardiner. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receipt of learning, is Black-Friars; There ye shall meet about this weighty business : My Wolsey, see it furnish'd.O my lord Would it not grieve an able man, to leave So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience, 0, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her.
An ante-chamber in the Queen's apartments.
Enter Aune Bullen, and an old Lady. Anne. Not for that neither;-Here's the pang
that pinches : His highness having liv'd so long with her: and she So good a lady, that no tongue could ever Prouounce dishonour of her,-by my life, She never knew harm-doing-O now, after So many courses of the sun enthrou'd,
• Out of the king's presence.