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Sur.

But, will the king
Digest this letter of the cardinal's?
The lord forbid!
Nor.

Marry, amen!
Suf.

No, no;
There be more wasps that buz about his nose,
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius
Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;
Has left the cause oʻthe 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.
Cham.

Now, God incense him,
And let him cry ha, louder!
Nor.

But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?

Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which
Have satisfy'd the king for his divorce,
Together with all famous colleges
Almost in Christendom :: shortly, I believe,
His second marriage shall be publish'd, and
Her coronation. Katharine no more

1 In it be memoriz'd.] To memorize is to make memorable. The word has been already used in Macbeth, Act I, sc. ii.

Steevens. * This exclamation is frequently used by the King when much incensed, and seems to be noticed here to prove that those of the court knew well, it indicated his mind highly inflamed with anger.

Am. Ed.
2 He is return’d, in his opinions, which
Have satisfy'd the king for his divorce;
Together with all famous colleges

Almost in Christendom:] Thus the old copy. The meaning is this: Cranmer, says Suffolk, is returned in his opinions, i. e. with the same sentiments, which he entertained before he went abroad, which (sentiments) have satisfied the king, together with all the famous colleges referred to on the occasion.-Or, perhaps the passage (as Mr. Tyrwhitt observes) may mean-He is return'd in ef. fect, having sent his opinions, i. é. the opinions of divines, &c. col. lected by him. Mr. Rowe altered these lines as follows, and all succeeding editors have silently adopted his unnecessary change:

He is return’d with his opinions, which
Have satisfy'd the king for his divorce,
Gathers from all the famous colleges
Almost in Christendomi Steevenss

Shall be call'd, queen; but princess dowager,
And widow to prince Arthur.
Nor.

This same Cranmer's
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
In the king's business.
Suf.

He has; and we shall see him For it, an archbishop. Nor.

So I hear. Suf.

'Tis so. The cardinal

Enter Wolsey and CROMWELL. Nor.

Observe, observe, he's moody. Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the king? Crom. To his own hand, in his bedchamber.3 Wol. Look'd he o'the inside of the paper? Crom.

Presently
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 Crom
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 is more in it than fair visage.---Bullen!
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 whet his anger to him.
Sur.

Sharp enough, Lord, for thy justice!

3 To his own hand, in his bedchamber.] Surely, both the syllable wanting in this line, and the respect due from the speaker to Wolsey, should authorize us to read:

To his own hand, sir, in his bedchamber. And again, in Cromwell's next speech:

Was in his countenance : you, sir, he bade -, or with Sir Thomas Hanmer: and you he bade Steevens.

Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's daugh

ter, 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 Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up An heretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one Hath crawl'd 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

string, The master-cord of his heart!

Enter the King, reading a Schedule ;4 and LOVELL. Suf.

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

4 Enter the King, reading a Schedule;) That the Cardinal gave the King an inventory of his own private wealth, by mistake, and thereby ruined himself, is a known variation from the truth of history. Shakspeare, however, bas not injudiciously repre. sented the fall of that great man, as owing to an incident which he had once improved to the destruction of another. See Holinshed, Vol. II, p. 796 and 797:

Thomas Ruthall, bishop of Durham, was, after the death of King Henry VII, one of the priry council to Henry VIII, to whom the king gave in charge to write a book of the whole es. tate of the kingdom, &c. Afterwards, the king commanded cardinal Wolsey to go to this bishop, and to bring the book away with him.---This bishop having written two books, (the one to an. swer the king's command, and the other intreating of his own private affairs,) did bind them both after one sort in vellum, &c. Now, when the cardinal came to demand the book due to the king, the bishop unadvisedly commanded his servant to bring him the book bound in white vellum, lying in his study, in such a place. The servant accordingly brought forth one of the books so bound, being the book intreating of the state of the bishop, &c. The cardinal having the book went from the bisliop, and after, (in his study by himself) understanding the contents thereof, he greatly rejoiced, having now occasion (which he long songht for) offered unto him, to bring the bishop into the king's disgrace.

" Wherefore he went forth with to the king, delivered the book into his hands, and briefly informed him of the contents thereof; putting further into the king's head, that if at any time he were

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;
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; then, stops again,5
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 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 ai 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

the same,

destitute of a mass of money, he should not need to seek further therefore than to the coffers of the bishop. Of all which when the bishop had intelligence, &c. he was stricken with such grief of

that he shortly, through extreme sorrow, ended his life at London, in the year of Christ 1523. After which, the cardi. nal, who had long before gaped after his bishoprick, in singular hope to attain thereunto, had now his wish in effect,” &c.

Steevens. then, stops again,] Sallust, describing the disturbed state of Catiline's mind, takes notice of the same circumstance:

citus modo, modo tardus incessus Steevens. 6 Strikes his breast hard; and anon, he casts -7 Here I think we should be at liberty to complete a defective verse, by reading, with Sir Thomas Hanmer:

and then, anon, he casts Steevens.

5

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

Lov. who goes to Wol.
Woi.

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 labor 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
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.
Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together,
As I will lend you cause, my doing well
With my well saying!
K. Ken,

'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.
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:

with his deed did crown His word-) So, in Macbeth:

“To crown my thoughts with acts." Steevens.

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