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Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.
He is vex'd at something..
Suff. I would, 'twere something that would fret .
the string, The master.cord of his heart!
Enter the King, reading a Schedule* ; and Lovell.
The king, the king. K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumu.
lated To his own portion ! and what expence by the hour Seems to flow from him! How, i'the name of thrift, Does he rake this together ?-Now, my lords; Saw you the cardinal ? Nor.
My lord, we have
Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion
Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts;
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Then, lays his finger on his temple; straight,
Springs out into fast gaitt; then, stops again,
Strikes his breast hard ; and anon, he casts
His eye against the moon: in most strange postures
We have seen him set himself.
It may well be;
There is a mutiny in his mind. This morning,
Papers of state he sent me to peruse,
As I requir'd; And, wott you, what I found
There; on my conscience, put unwittingly?
Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,
The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,
Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household; which
I find at such proud rate, that it out-speaks
Possession of a subject.
It's Heaven's will;
Some spirit put this paper in the packet,
To bless your eye withal.
If he did think
His contemplation were above the earth,
And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still
Dwell in his musings : but, I am afraid,
His thinkings are below the moon, not worth
His serious considering.
(He takes his seat, and whispers Lovell, who
goes to Wolsey. Wol.
Heaven forgive me!
Ever God bless your highness !
Good my lord,
You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inven-
of your best graces in your mind: the which
You were now running o'er; you have scarce time
To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span,
To keep your earthly audit: Sure, in that
I deem you an ill husband; and am glad
To have you therein my companion.
For boly offices I have a time; a time
To think upon the part of business, which
I bear i'the state ; and nature does require
Her times of preservation, which, perforce,
I her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
Must give my tendance to.
You have said well.
Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together,
As I will lend you cause, my doing well
With my well saying!
'Tis well said again;
And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well:
And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you:
He said, he did ; and with his deed did crown
His word upon you. Since I had my office,
I have kept you next my heart; have not alone
'd you where high profits might come home,
But par'd my present havings, to bestow
My bounties upon you.
What should this mean?
Sur. The lord increase this business! (Aside.
Have I not made you
The prime man of the state? I pray you, tell me,
If what I now pronounce, you have found true:
And, if you may confess it, say withal,
If you are bound to us, or no. What say you ?
Wol. My sovereign, I confess, your royal graces,
Shower'd on me daily, have been more, than could
My studied purposes requite; which went
Beyond all man's endeavours:--my endeavours
Have ever come too short of my desires,
Yet, fil'd with my abilities: Mine own ends
Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed
To the good of your most sacred person, and
The profit of the state. For your great graces
Heap'd upon me, poor uudeserver,
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks;
My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty,
Which ever has, and ever shall be growing,
Till death, that winter, kill it.
Fairly answer'd ; A loyal and obedient subject is Therein illustrated : The honour of it Does pay the act of it; as, i'the contrary, The foulness is the punishment. I presume, That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you, My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour,
more On you, than any; so your hand, and heart, Your brain, and every function of your power, Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, As 'twere in love's particular, be more To me, your friend, than any. Wol.
I do profess, That for your highness' good I ever labour'd More than mine own; that am, have, and will be.
Though all the world should crack their duty to you,
And throw it from their soul: though perils did
Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and
Appear in forins more horrid; yet my duty,
As doth the rock against the chiding flood,
Should the approach of this wild river break,
And stand unshaken yours.
'Tis nobly spoken:
Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
For you have seen him open't.- Read o'er this;
(Giving him papers. And, after, this: and then to break fast, with Wbat appetite you have.
[Erit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wol. sey: the Nobles throng after him, smiling,
and whispering. Wol.
What should this inean? What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafed lion Upon the daring huntsman that has gali'd him; Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper: I fear, the story of his anger.-'Tis so; This paper has undone me:-'Tis the account Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the popedom, And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence, Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil Made me put this main secret in the packet, I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this? No new device to beat this from his brains? I know, 'twill stir him strongly; Yet I know A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune, Will bring me off again. What's this-Tothe Pope? The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the bighest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I baste now to my setting: I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.
Re-enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the
Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.
Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who
To render up the great seal presently
Into our hands; and to confine yourself
To Asher-house*, my lord of Winchester's,
Till you hear furtber from his highness.
Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry
Authority so weighty.
Who dare cross them? Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?
Wol. Till I find more than will, or words, to do it
(I mean, your malice), know, officious lords,
I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel
Of what coarse metal ye are moulded,envy.
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,
As if it fed ye ! and how sleek and wanton
Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin!
Follow your envious courses, men of malice;
You have Christian warrant for them, and, no doubt,
In time will find their ft rewards. That seal,
You ask with such a violence, the king
(Mine, and your master), with his own hand gave
Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours,
During my life; and, to confirm his goodness,
Tied it by letters patents: Now, who'll take it?
Sur. The king, that gave it.
It must be himself then.
Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest.
Proud lord, thou liest ;