A most unnatural and faithless service!

Heaven has an end in all. Yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain;

Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,
Be sure, you be not loose; for those you make friends,
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away

Like water from ye, never found again

But where they mean to sink ye. All good people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour
Of my long, weary life is come upon me.

Farewell:

And when you would say something that is sad, Speak how I fell.—I have done; and God forgive me! [Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and Train. 1 Gent. 0, this is full of pity!-Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curses on their heads,

That were the authors.

2 Gent.

If the duke be guiltless,

'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,

Greater than this.

1 Gent

Good angels keep it from us! Where may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir? 2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require A strong faith to conceal it.

1 Gent.

I do not talk much.

2 Gent.

Let me have it;

I am confident;

You shall, sir. Did you not of late days hear
A buzzing, of a separation

Between the king and Katharine ?

1 Gent.
Yes, but it held not;
For when the king once heard it, out of anger
He sent command to the lord mayor, straight
To stop the rumor, and allay those tongues
That durst disperse it.

2 Gent.
But that slander, sir,
Is found a truth now; for it grows again
Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain,
The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal,
Or some about him near, have, out of malice
To the good queen, possessed him with a scruple
That will undo her. To confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arrived, and lately;
As all think, for this business.

'Tis the cardinal;

1 Gent.
And merely to revenge him on the emperor,
For not bestowing on him, at his asking,
The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purposed.

The cardinal

2 Gent. I think you have hit the mark; but is't not cruel,. That she should feel the smart of this? Will have his will, and she must fall.

1 Gent.

We are too open here to argue this;
Let's think in private more.

"Tis woful.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II. An Antechamber in the Palace.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter.

Cham. My lord,—the horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished. They were young and handsome; and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardinal's, by commission, and main power, took 'em from me; with this reason,- His master would be served before a subject, if not before the king; which stopped our mouths, sir.

I fear he will, indeed. Well, let him have them.
He will have all, I think.

Enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK.
Nor. Well met, my good lord chamberlain.
Cham. Good day to both your graces.

Suf. How is the king employed?

Cham.

Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
Nor.

I left him private,

What's the cause?

Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience.

Suf.

No, his conscience

'Tis so;

Has crept too near another lady.
Nor.
This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal.
That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
Turns what he list. The king will know him one day.
Suf. Pray God, he do! he'll never know himself else.
Nor. How holily he works in all his business!
And with what zeal! For, now he has cracked the league.
Between us and the emperor, the queen's great nephew,
He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters

*

Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,

Fears, and despairs, and all these for his marriage.
And, out of all these to restore the king,

He counsels a divorce; a loss of her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre ;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence
That angels love good men with; even of her,
That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the king. And is not this course pious?
Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis most true,
These news are every where; every tongue speaks them,
And every true heart weeps for't. All, that dare
Look into these affairs, see this main end,-
The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open
The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon
This bold, bad man.

Suf.

And free us from his slavery.

Nor. We had need pray,

And heartily, for our deliverance;

Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages. All men's honors
Lie in one lump before him, to be fashioned
Into what pitch he please.

Suf.
For me, my lords,
I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed.
As I am made without him, so I'll stand,

If the king please; his curses and his blessings
Touch me alike; they are breath I not believe in.
I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him
To him, that made him proud, the pope..

Nor.

Let's in; And, with some other business, put the king From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon him.— My lord, you'll bear us company?

Cham. Excuse me; The king hath sent me other-where; besides, You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him. Health to your lordships.

Nor.

Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain.

NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The King is discovered sitting, and reading pensively.

Suf. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.
K. Hen. Who is there? ha?

Nor.

'Pray God, he be not angry.

K. Hen. Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust

yourselves

Into my private meditations?

Who am I? ha?

Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant; our breach of duty, this way, Is business of estate; in which, we come

To know your royal pleasure.

K. Hen.

You are too bold.

Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business.
Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha?-

Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS.

Who's there? my good lord cardinal?-O, my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience,

Thou art a cure fit for a king.-You're welcome,

[To CAMPEIUS.

Most learned, reverend sir, into our kingdom;
Use us, and it.-My good lord, have great care
I be not found a talker.

Wol.

[To WOLSEY.

Sir, you cannot.

I would your grace would give us but an hour

Of private conference.
K. Hen.

Nor. This priest has
Suf.

We are busy; go.

I would not be so sick,
But this cannot continue.

Nor.

[To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK.

no pride in him?

Not to speak of; though, for his place:

I'll venture one have at him.

Suf.

If it do,

I another.

Aside.

[Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFolk.

Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom Above all princes, in committing freely

Your scruple to the voice of Christendom.

Who can be angry now? what envy reach you?
The Spaniard, tied by blood and favor to her,
Must now confess, if they have any goodness,
The trial just and noble. All the clerks,

I mean, the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms,
Have their free voices; Rome, the nurse of judgment,
Invited by your noble self, hath sent

One general tongue unto us, this good man,

This just and learned priest, cardinal Campeius;
Whom, once more, I present unto your highness.

K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves;

They have sent me such a man I would have wished for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, You are so noble. To your highness' hand

I tender my commission; by whose virtue,

(The court of Rome commanding,) you, my lord Cardinal of York, are joined with me, their servant, In the unpartial judging of this business.

K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted
Forthwith for what you come.-Where's Gardiner?
Wol. I know your majesty has always loved her
So dear in heart, not to deny her that

A woman of less place might ask by law-
Scholars, allowed freely to argue for her.

K. Hen. Ay, and the best she shall have; and my favor To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal, Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary;

I find him a fit fellow.

[Exit WOLSEY.

Re-enter WOLSEY, with GARDINER.

Wol. Give me your hand; much joy and favor to you; You are the king's now.

Gard.

But to be commanded.

Forever by your grace, whose hand has raised me. [Aside.
K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. [They converse apart.
Cam. My lord of York, was not one doctor Pace
In this man's place before him?

Wol.

Yes, he was.

Yes, surely.

Cam. Was he not held a learned man?
Wol.
Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then
Even of yourself, lord cardinal.

How! of me?

Wol.
Cam. They will not stick to say, you envied him;
And, fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous,
Kept him a foreign man still; which so grieved him,
That he ran mad, and died.

Wol.
Heaven's peace be with him!
That's Christian care enough; for living murmurers,
There's places of rebuke. He was a fool;

For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,
If I command him, follows my appointment;