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Believe it, this is true.
0, how, how?
Sur. Has the king this?
Will this work? Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he
coasts, And hedges, his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick Alter his patient's death; the king already llath married the fair lady, Sur.
'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 : I persuade me, from her
But, will the king
Marry, anien !
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. Cha.
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.
Is he ready
I think, by this be is.
May be, he hears the king
Sharp enough, Lord, for thy justice! Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's
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'tle bosom of Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up An heretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
He is vex'd at something.
the string, The master.cord of his heart!
Enter the King, reading a Schedule* ; and Lovell.
The king, the king. K. Hon. What piles of wealth hath he accumu.
lated To his own portion! and what expence by the hour Seems to flow from him' How, i'the name of thrift, Does he rake this together! Now, my lords; Saw you the cardinal ? Nor.
My lord, we have
It may well be;
It's Heaven's will;
Some spirit put this paper in the packet,
If he did think
(He takes his seat, and whispers Lovell, who
goes to Wolsey. . Wol.
Heaven forgive me! Ever God bless your highness ! K. Hen.
Good my lord, You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inven
You have said well.
'Tis well said again; a And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well: And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you: He said, he did ; and with his deed did crown His word upon you. Since I had my office, I have kept you next my heart; have not alone Employ'd you where high profits might come home,