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He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers,
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.
· I am joyful
Which of the peers
Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures :
O, fear him not ; His spell in that is out: the king hath found
Matter against him, that for ever mars
Believe it, this is true.
0, how, how?
Sur. Has the king this ?
Will this work?
'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 youngt, and may be left * Follow
To some ears unrecounted.-But, my lords,
But, will the king
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 unhandled ; and Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal, To second all his plot. I do assure you The king cried, ha! at this. Cham.
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 To come, abroad ? Crom.
I think, by this he is. Wol. Leave me a while.- · [Exit 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 Pen
broke! Nor. He's discontented.; Suff.
May be, he hears the king Does whet his anger to bim. Sur.
Sharp enough, Lord, for thy justice! Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's
daughter, To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's quieen! 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-ruld king. Again, there is sprung up An heretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one Hath crawld into the favour of the king,