They swell, and grow as terrible as storms. Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and ser vants. Cam. Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your virtues With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you; Beware, you lose it not: For us, if you please Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: And, pray, forgive me, If I have us'd myself unmannerly; You know, I am a woman, lacking wit Pray, do my service to his majesty: He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, [Exeunt. 6 Behaved.... SCENE II. Ante-chamber to the King's Apartment. Enter the Duke of NORFOLK, the Duke of SUFFOLK, Sur. Suf. Which of the peers Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures: What he deserves of you and me, I know; Nor. O, fear him not; His spell in that is out: the king hath found 7 Enforce. Matter against him, that for ever mars The honey of his language. No, he's settled, Sur. Sir, I should be glad to hear such news as this Once every hour. Nor. Believe it, this is true. In the divorce, his contrary proceedings Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried, A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen. Suf. Sur. Believe it. Will this work? Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts, And hedges, his own way. But in this point Hath married the fair lady. Sur. 'Would he had! Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord! Suf. There's order given for her coronation : In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Sur. But, will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's? The lord forbid ! Nor. Suf. Marry, amen! No, no; There be more wasps that buz about his nose, The king cry'd, ha! at this. Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which Have satisfied the king for his divorce, Together with all famous colleges 8 Follow. 9 New. Made memorable. Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe, And widow to prince Arthur. Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain In the king's business. Nor. Enter WOLSEY and CROMWELL. Observe, observe, he's moody. Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the king? Presently He did unseal them: and the first he view'd, Wol. To come abroad? Crom. Is he ready I think, by this he is. [Exit CROMWELL. Wol. Leave me a while. It shall be to the duchess of Alençon, The French king's sister: he shall marry her.- |