2 Gent. I am confident; You shall, sir: Did you not of late days hear Between the king and Katharine? 1 Gent. Yes, but it held not; For when the king once heard it, out of anger He sent command to the lord mayor, straight To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues That durst disperse it. 2 Gent. But that slander, sir, Is found a truth now: for it grows again Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain, The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal, Or some about him near, have, out of malice To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple That will undo her: To confirm this too, Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately; As all think, for this business. 1 Gent. "Tis the cardinal; And merely to revenge him on the emperor, For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: But is't not cruel, That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal Will have his will, and she must fall. 1 Gent. We are too open here to argue this; 'Tis woful. [Exeunt. SCENE II. An ante-chamber in the palace. Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter. Cham. My lord,-The horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished. They were young, and handsome; and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardinal's, by commission, and main power, took 'em from with this reason,His master would be served before a subject, if not before the king: which stopped our mouths, sir. me; I fear, he will, indeed: Well, let him have them: He will have all, I think. Nor. Enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk. Lord chamberlain. Cham. Well met, my good Good day to both your gracės. I left him private, What's the cause? Suff. How is the king employ'd? Full of sad thoughts and troubles. Nor. wife Has crept too near his conscience. Suff. No, his conscience "Tis so; Has crept too near another lady. 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 nephew, He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters And, out of all these to restore the king, He counsels a divorce; a loss of her, Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis most true, These news are every where; every tongue speaks them, And every true heart weeps for't: All, that dare The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon 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 Suff. For me, my lords, If the king please; his curses and his blessings Nor. Let's in ; And, with some other business, put the king him :- : My lord, you'll bear us company? Cham. Excuse me; * High or low. The king hath sent me other-where: besides, Nor. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Norfolk opens a folding-door. The King is discovered sitting, and reading pensively. Suff. 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. 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 Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience, Thou art a cure fit for a king.-You're welcome, Wol. [To Wolsey. Sir, you cannot. I would your grace would give us but an hour K. Hen. We are busy; go. [To Norfolk and Suffolk. Nor. This priest has no pride in him?? Suff. I would not be so sick though*, for his place: But this cannot continue. Nor. [Aside. If it do, I another. J I'll venture one heave at him. Suff. [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 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 judgment, Invited by your noble self, hath sent. One general tongue unto us, this good man, And thank the holy conclave for their loves ; Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, You are so noble: To your highness' hand I tender my commission; by whose virtue, K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted Forthwith, for what you come :-Where's Gardiner? VOL. VII. So sick as he is proud, P |