I fear he will, indeed. Well, let him have them; He will have all, I think. Enter to the Lord Chamberlain the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk. Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.. Cham. I left him private, Full of fad thoughts and troubles. Nor. What's the caufe? Cham. It feems the marriage with his brother's Has crept too near his confcience. Suf. No, his confcience Has crept too near another lady. [wife: This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal! That blind prieft, like the eldeft fon of Fortune, Turns what he lifts.. The King will know him one day. Suf. Pray God he do! he'll never know himself elfe.. Nor. How holily he works in all his business, And with what zeal! for now he has crack'd the league "Tween us and th' Emperor, the Queen's great ne phew. He dives into the King's soul, and there scatters That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years These news are every where; every tongue fpeaks 'em, And ev'ry true heart weeps for't. All that dare The French King's fifter. Heav'n will one day oper The King's eyes, that fo long have flept upon This bold bad man. Suf. And free us from his flavery. Nor. We had need pray, and heartily, for de- Or this imperious man will work us all [liv'rance } From princes into pages; all men's honours Ly like one lump before him, to be falhion'd Suf. For me, my Lords, I love him not, nor fear him, there's my creed. If the King pleafe; his curfes and his bleffings Nor. Let's in, And with fome other business put the King From these fad thoughts that work too much upon -My Lord, you'll bear us company? Cham. Excuse me, [him.. The King hath sent me other-where; befides, SCENE IV. The Scene draws, and difcovers the King fitting, and reading penfively. Suf. How fad he looks! fure he is much afflicted. King. Who's there? ha! Nor. Pray God he be not angry. King. Who's there, I fay? how dare you thruft Into my private meditations? Who am I? ha! [yourselves Nor. A gracious King, that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant. Our breach of duty this way. Is bufinefs of eftate, in which we come To know your royal pleasure. King. Ye are too bold; Go to; I'll make you know your times of business. Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha! Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's legate, with a commiffion. -O my Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal?- come, Wol. Sir, you cannot. [To Wolfey. I would your Grace would give us but an hour Of private conf'rence. King. We are bufy; go. [To Norf. and Suff. Nor. This prieft has no pride in him? Suf. Not to fpeak of: I would not be fo fick * though, for his place. But this cannot continue. Nor. If it do, I'll venture one heave at him. Suf. I another. [Exeunt Norf. and Suff. Wol. Your Grace has given a precedent of wifdon Who can be angry now? what envy reach you? I mean the learned ones, in Chriftian kingdoms, And thank the holy conclave for their loves; That is, fo fick as he is proud. Johnson.. They've sent me fuch a man I would have wifh'd for. King. Two equal men. The Queen shall be ac quainted Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner? A woman of lefs place might ask by law, King. Ay, and the best she shall have; and my favour To him that does best; God forbid elfe! Cardinal, Pr'ythee: call Gardiner to me, my new secretary I find him a fit fellow. Cardinal goes out, and re-enters 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. King. Come hither, Gardiner. [Walks and whispers. Cam. My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace In this man's place before him? Wol. Yes, he was. Cam. Was he not held a learned man? Wol. Yes furely. Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread Ev'n of yourself, Lord Cardinal. Wol. How?' of me! [then, Cam. They will not stick to say you envy'd him; And fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous, Kept him a foreign man ftill, which so griev'd him, That he ran mad and dy'd. Wol. Heav'n's peace be with him! That's Chriftian care enough. For living mur murers There's places of rebuke. He was a fool; For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow, [Exeunt. An Antechamber of the Queen's Apartment. Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady. Anne. Not for that neither-here's the pang that His Highness having liv'd fo long with her, and fhe Still growing in a majefty and pomp, The whith to leave's a thousand-fold more bitter Than fweet at first t'acquire; after this process, To give her the avant! it is a pity Would move a monster. Old L. Hearts of moft hard temper Melt and lament for her. Anne. In God's will, better She ne'er had known pomp: though 't be temporal, Yet if that quarrel * Fortune, do divorce * Quarrel, for quarrelier. Johnson. |