Health to your lordships. Nor. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The King is discovered 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 yourselves Into my private meditations? Who am I? ha? thrust 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 : 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 [To WOLSEY. Wol. Sir, you cannot. I would, your grace would give us but an hour Of private conference. K. Hen. Nor. This priest has no pride in him? Suf. We are busy; go. [To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. Not to speak of; >Aside. I would not be so sick though, for his place: But this cannot continue. Nor. I'll venture one heave at him. Suf. If it do, I another.. [Exeunt 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: I mean, the learned ones, in christian kingdoms, One general tongue unto us, this good man, And thank the holy conclave for their loves; $ So sick as he is proud. 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 -Where's Gardiner ? Forthwith, for what you come : 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 my favour 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. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. [Aside. [They converse apart. Cam. My lord of York, was not one doctor Pace In this man's place before him? Wol. Cam. Was he not held a learned man? Wol. Yes, he was. Yes, surely, 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 man still; which so griev'd him, That he ran mad, and died. Wol. For he would needs be virtuous: That good fellow, K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen. [Exit GARDINER. The most convenient place that I can think of, So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience,- 9 Out of the king's presence. VOL. VII. SCENE III. An Ante-chamber in the Queen's Apartments. Enter ANNE BULLEN, and an old Lady. Anne. Not for that neither ;-Here's the that pinches : pang His highness having liv'd so long with her: and she Still growing in a majesty and pomp,—the which She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, 2 Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging As soul and body's severing. Old L. She's a stranger now again.3 Anne. Must pity drop upon her. Alas, poor lady! So much the more Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, 2 Quarreller. A sentence of ejection. |