No, we'll no Bullens.-Speedily I wish To hear from Rome.-The marchioness of Pembroke! To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!- And well-deserving? yet I know her for Nor. He is vex'd at something. Suf. I would, 'twere something that would fret the string, The master-cord of his heart! 2 Enter the King, reading a Schedule; and LOVELL. 2 An inventory. Saw you the cardinal? Nor. My lord, we have Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion K. Hen. Nor. It's heaven's will; Some spirit put this paper in the packet, To bless your eye withal. K. Hen. If we did think His contemplation were above the earth, [He takes his seat, and whispers LOVELL, who Wol. Heaven forgive me! Ever God bless your highness! Good my lord, K. Hen. You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory 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. Wol. Sir, For holy offices I have a time; a time K. Hen. 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; K. Hen. His word upon you. Since I had my office, you: I have kept you next my heart; have not alone Employ'd you where high profits might come home, But par'd my present havings, to bestow My bounties upon you. Wol. What should this mean? [Aside. Sur. The lord increase this business! K. Hen. 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 undeserver, I 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. K. Hen. Fairly answer'd; A loyal and obedient subject is Does pay the act of it; as, i'the contrary, Your brain, and every function of your power, Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, To me, your friend, than any. Wol. I do profess, That for your highness' good I ever labour'd K. Hen. '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 breakfast, with Wol. [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal WOLSEY: the Nobles throng after him, smiling, and whispering. What should this mean? This paper |