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Health to your lordships.
Thanks, my good lord chamberlain,
[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'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
You are too bold;
times of business : Is this an hour for temporal affairs ? ha?
Enter Wolsey and CAMPEIUS.
Who's there ? my good lord cardinal ?-O my Wol
sey, 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.
[T. WOLSEY. Wol.
Sir, you cannot.
I would, your grace would give us but an hour
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, 8 for his place: But this cannot continue.
If it do,
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'
8 So sick as he is proud.
You are so noble: To your highness' hand
quainted Forthwith, for what you come :- Where's Gardiner?
Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov'd her So dear in heart, not to deny her that A woman of less place might ask by law, Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.
K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have ; and
To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal,
Re-enter Wolsey, 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.
[.4 side. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner.
[They converse upart.
Yes, he was.
Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Even of yourself, lord cardinal. Wol.
How ! of me! Cam. They will not stick to say, you envied him ; And, fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign mano still; which so griev'd him, That he ran mad, and died. Wol.
be with him? That's christian care enough: for living murmurers, There's places of rebuke. He was a fool ; For he would needs be virtuous: That good fellow, If I command him, follows my appointment; I will have none so near else. Learn, this brother, We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
[Exit GARDINER. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receipt of learning, is Black-Friars ; There ye shall meet about this weighty business :My Wolsey, see it furnish'd.- my lord Would it not grieve an able man, to leave So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience, O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [Ereunt.
An Ante-chamber in the Queen's Apartments.
Enter Anne BULLEN, and an old Lady.
Hearts of most hard temper
0, God's will! much better,
Alas, poor lady!
So much the more
* A sentence of ejection. 2 Quarreller.
3 No longer an English woman.