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That for your Highness' good I ever labour'd
King. "Tis nobly spoken;
(Giving him papers And after this, and then to breakfait, with What appetite you may. [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey, the Nobles throng after him whispering and smiling.
S CE N E IV. Wol. 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 huntsınan that has gallid 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 th' account of all that world of wealth I've 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 crois devil Made me put this main fecret in the packet I fent the King ? is there no way to cure ihis? No new device to beat this from his brains ? I know twill ftir him strongly; yet I know A way, if I take right, in spight of fortune Will bring me off again. What's this-To the Pope? The letter, as I live, with all the businefs I writ co's holiness. Nay, then farewel :: P'ye touch'd the highest point of all my greatness,
And from that full meridian of my glory,
" I shall fall • Like a bright exhalation in the evening, • And no man fee me more.
SCENE V. Enter to Wolsey, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk,
the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain. Nor, Hear the King's pleasure, Cardinal, who come mands
you To render up the great seal presently Into our hands and to confine your
self To Asher-house, my lord of Winchester's, 'Till you hear further from his highness.
Wol. Stay :
Suf. Who dare cross 'em,
Wol. 'Till I find more than will, or words to do it,
gave Bad me enjoy it, with the place and honours, During my life, and to confirm his goodness, Ty'd it by letters parents. Now, who'll take it? Sur. The King that gave
Wol. Proud lord, thou lieft:
Have burnt that tongue, than said so.
Sur. Thy ambition,
Wol. This, and all else
Sur. By my soul,
Wol. All goodness
Sur. Yes, that goodness
My lord of Norfolk, as you're truly noble,
Wol. How much methinks I could despise this man, But that I'm bound in charity against it.
Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in th’King's hand : But thus much, they are foul ones.
Wol. So much fairer
Sur. This cannot fave you :
Wol. Speak on, Sir,
Nor. Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else
Suf. That without the knowledge
Sur. Item, You sent a large commission
Suf. That out of meer ambition, you have made Your holy hat be stampt on the King's coin.
Sur. That you have sent innumerable substance (By what means got I leave to your own conscience) To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways You have for dignities, to th' meer undoing Of all the kingdom. Many more there are, Which since they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my mouth with. Cham. O
lord, Press not a falling man too far ; 'tis virtue : His faults lye open to the laws ;. let them, Not you, correćt him. My heart weeps to see hima So little of his great self..
Sur. I forgive him.
Suf. Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleasure is, (Because all those things you have done of late, By, your pow'r legatine within this kingdom, Fall in the compals of a præmunire) That therefore such a writ be sued against you, To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Castles, and whatsoever, and to be Out of the King's protection. This is my charge.
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations How to live better. For
stubborn answer About the giving back the great seal to us, The King shall know it, and no doubt shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord Cardinal.
(Exeunt all but Wolsey SCENE. VI.
Wol. So, farewel to the little good you bear me; • Farewel, a long farewel to all my greatness ! .. This is the state of man; to-day he puts
forth • The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, « And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : " The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, . And when he thinks, good easie man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, nips his roof,