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Let me have it ;
I am confident;
Yes, but it held not:
But that slander, sir,
'T is the cardinal; And merely to revenge him on the emperor, For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The archbishopric 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.
T is woful.
SCENE II.-An Antechamber in the Palace.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter. Cham. “My Lord,-The horses your lordship sent for, witli all the
care I had I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished. They
Enter the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK.
I left him private,
What's the canse? Cham. It seems the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience. Suf.
No, his conscience Has crept too near another lady.
"T is so : This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal : That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, Turns what he list. The king will know him one day. Suf. 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 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, has 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
most true These news are everywhere; every tongue speaks
And free us from his slavery.
For me, my lords,
Let 's in ;
Exit Lord Chamberlain.
NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The King is dis
covered sitting, and reading pensively. Suf. 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 is there, I say? How dare you thrust
Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences
You are too bold;
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,
[To CAMPEIUS. Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom; Use us, and it :-My good lord, have great care I be not found a talker.
[To WOLSEY. Wol.
Sir, you cannot.
We are busy; go.
[To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. Nor. This priest has no pride in him ? ] Suf.
Not to speak of; I would not be so sick though, for his place : But this cannot continue.
> Aside. Nor.
If it do, I'll venture one ;-have at him. Suf.
[Exeunt NORFOLK and SupFOLK. VOL. VII.
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, 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 ac
quainted, Forthwith, for what you come :—Where 's Gardiner ?
Wol. I know your majesty has always lov'd her