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Why they are so, but, like to village curs,
Bark when their fellows do: by some of these
The queen is put in anger. You're excus'd;
But will you be more justify'd ?—you ever
Have wish'd the sleeping of this business ;
And oft have hinder’d, oft,
The passages made toward it:-on my honour,
I speak my good lord cardinal to this point,
And thus far clear him. Now, what mov'd me to't,-
Thus it came ;-give heed to't:-
My conscience first receiv'd a tenderness,
Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches utter'd
By the bishop of Bayonne, then French embassador,
For no dislike i'the world against the person
Of our good queen:
Prove but our marriage lawful, by my life,
And kingly dignity, we are contented
To wear our mortal state to come, with her,
Katharine our queen, before the primest creature
That's paragon'd o' the world,
Cam. So please your highness,
The queen being absent, 'tis a needful fitness
That we adjourn this court to further day:
Meanwhile must be an earnest motion
Made to the queen, to call back her appeal
She intends unto his holiness.
King. Break up the court. [The King rises.
These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor
This dilatory sloth and tricks of Rome.
My learn'd and well beloved servant, Cranmer,
'Prythee, return! with thy approach, I know,
My comfort comes along.--Break up the court.
(Flourish of Drums and Trumpets.-Scene closes.
An Antechamber to the King's Apartments.
Enter NORFOLK, SUFFOLK, the EARL of SURREY,
and the CHAMBERLAIN.
Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints,
And force them with a constancy, the cardinal
Cannot stand under them.
Sur. I am joyful
To meet the least occasion, that may give me
Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke,
To be reveng’d on him.
Suf. Which of the peers
Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least
Strangely neglected? when did he regard
The stamp of nobleness in any person,,
Out of himself?
Cham. My lords, if you
Bar his access to the king, never attempt
Any thing on him ; for he hath a witchcraft
Over the king in his tongue.
Nor. O, fear him not;
His spell in that is out: the king hath found
Matter against him, that for ever mars
The honey of his language:
In the divorce, his contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded; wherein he appears,
As I would wish mine enemy.
Sur. How came
His practices to light?
Suf. Most strangely.
Sur. O, how, how?
Suf. The cardinal's letters to the pope miscarry'd,
And came to the eye o' the king: wherein was read,
How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness
To stay the judgment o'the divorce; For if
It did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive
My king is entangled in affection to
A creature of the queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.
Sur. Has the king this?
Suf. Believe it.
Sur. Will this work?
Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he
And hedges, his own way.
But in this point
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic
After his patient's death; the king already
Hath married the fair lady.
Sur. But, will the king
Digest this letter of the cardinal's?
Suf. No, no.-
Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;
Has left the cause o' the king unhandled; and
Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you,
The king cry'd, ha! at this.
Nor. But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which
Have satisfied the king for his divorce:
Shortly, I believe,
His second marriage shall be publish’d, and
Anne's coronation. Katharine no more
Shall be calld queen; but princess dowager,
And widow to Prince Arthur.
Enter Wolsey and CROMWELL. Nor. Observe, observe, he's moody.
Wol. The packet, Cromwell,
Gave 't you to the king?
Crom. To his own hand, in his bedchamber.
Wol. Look'd he o' the inside of the paper?
He did unseal them : and the first he view'd,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed
Was in his countenance: You, he bade
Attend him here this morning.
Wol. Is he ready
To come abroad?
Crom. I think, by this he is.
Wol. Leave me a while. - [Exit Cromwell. It shall be to the duchess of Alençon, The French king's sister : he shall marry her. Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him: There's more in't than fair visage.—Bullen! No, we'll no Bullens !-Speedily I wish To hear from Rome.—The Marchioness of Pem,
broke! Nor. He's discontented:
Suf. May be, he hears the king Does whet 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 virtuous, 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
Qar hard-ruld king! Again, there is sprung up
A heretic, an arch one, Cranmer; one
Hath crawld into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.
Nor. He is vex'd at something.
Sur. I would, 'twere something that would fret the
The master cord of his heart.
Suf. The king! the king! Enter the King, with a Letter in his Hand, and read
ing a Schedule. King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! and what expense by the hour Seems to flow from him! How, i'the name of thrift, Does he rake this together ? —Now, my lords ; Saw you
Nor. My lord, we have
Stood here observing him : some strange commotion
Is in his brain:
In most strange postures
We've seen him set himself,
King. It may well be;
There is a mutiny in his mind.-If we did think
His contemplations were above the earth,
And fix'd on spiritual objects, he should still
Dwell in his musings; but, I am afraid,
His thinkings are below the moon.
[The King signs to the CHAMBERLAIN, who
goes to WOLSEY. Wol. Heaven forgive me! And ever bless your highness !
King. Good my lord, You're 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,