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Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried,
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 tangled in affection to
A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.

Sur. Has the king this?

Believe it.

Will this work? Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he

coasts, And hedges, his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick. After his patient's death; the king already Hath married the fair lady. Sur.

'Would he had ! Suf. May you be happy in

be happy in your wish, my lord; For, I profess, you have it. Sur.

Now all my joy
Trace the conjunction !

My amen to't!

All men's. Suf. There's order given for her coronation: Marry, this is


be left
To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,
She is a gallant creature, and complete
In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her
Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.

But, will the king
Digest this letter of the cardinal's:

yet but

young, and

No, no;

The lord forbid !

Marry, amen!
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 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.

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
Shall be call’d, queen; but princess dowager,
And widow to prince Arthur.

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

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

So I hear.
The cardinal

'Tis so.

Enter IVolsey and Cromwell.
Nor. Observe, observe, he's moody.
JVol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the

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.

Is he ready
To come abroad?

I think, by this he is.
Wol. Leave me a-while. - [Exit Cromwell.
It shall be to the dutchess 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 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 Then, out it goes.—What though I know her vir

daughter, To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it:

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-ruld 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; and Lovell. Suf.

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

lated 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, 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 at such proud rate, that it out-speaks
Possession of a subject.

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.

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

Good my lord,
You are full of heayenly stuff, and bear the inven-

tory 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.


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