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No, we'll no Bullens.-Speedily I wish
To hear from Rome.--The marchioness of Pembroke!

Nor. He's discontented.
Suf.

May be, he hears the king
Does whct his anger to him.
Sur.

Sharp enough,
Lord, for thy justice !
Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's

daughter,
To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!
This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it;
Then, out it goes. What though I know her yir-

tuous,
And well-deserving ? yet I know her for
A spleeny Lutheran ; and not wholesome to
Our cause, that she should lie i'the bosom of
Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up
An heretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one
Hath crawld into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.
Nor.

He is vex'd at something.
Suf. I would, 'twere something that would fret

the string,
The master-cord of his heart!

1

Enter the King, reading a Schedule ;2 and LOVELL.
Suf.

The king, the king.
K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
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;

2 An inventory.

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 gait;3 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.
K. Hen.

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, wot 4 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.
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,
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.

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Wol.

Heaven forgive me!
Ever God bless your highness !
K. Hen.

Good my lord,
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.
IV ol.

Sir,
For holy 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.
K. Hen.

You have said well.
Vol. And ever may your highness yoke together,
As I will lend you cause, my doing well
With my well saying!
K. Hen.

'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 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? Sur, The lord increase this business! [Aside.

say you?

K. Hen.

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

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
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 forms more horrid; yet my duty,
As doth a rock against the chiding flood,
Should the approach of this wild river break,
And stand unshaken yours.
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 What appetite you have.

[Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wol

SEY: the Nobles throng after him, smiling,

and whispering. IV ol.

What should this mean? 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 gall'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?

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