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Let me have it;
I am confident;
Yes, but it held not:
But that slander, sir,
'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.
'Tis woful. We are too open here to argue this; Let's think in private more.
* Great fidelity.
Anante-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, rid. den, 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 cardinals, by commission, and main power, took 'em from me; with this reason, -His master would be served before a subject, if not before the king: which stopped our mouths, sir,
I fear, he will, indeed : Well, let him have them: He will have all, I think.
Enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk.
Well met, my good Lord chamberlain. Cham.
Good day to both your graces, Suff. How is the king employ'd ? Chum,
I left him private, Full of sad thoughts and troubles. Nor.
What's the cause ? Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's
wife Has crept too near his conscience. Suff.
No, his conscience Has crept too near another lady. Nor.
'Tis so; This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal: That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
Turns what he lists. The king will know him one
day. 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 ne
phew, Ile 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, Will bless the king: And is not this course pious ? 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 Look into these affairs, see this main end, The French king's sister. Heaven will one day op The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold bad man. 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 From princes into pages : all men's honours Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd Into what pitch* he please. Suff.
For me, my lords, I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed:
As l-am made without him, so I'll stand,
Thanks, my good lord chamberlain.
[Erit Lord Chamberlain.
Norfolk opens a folding-door. The King is disco.
vered sitting, and reading pensively. Suff. How sad he looks! sure, he is much af.
flicted. 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-0 my Wol.
The quiet of my wouuded conscience,
[To Wolsey. Wol.
Sir, you cannot.
We are busy; go.
[To Norfolk and Suffolk. Nor. This priest has no pride in him? Suff.
Not to speak of; I would not be so sick though*, for his
place : But this cannot continue.
If it do,
(Ereunt 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 judge.
ment, 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;