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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
These news are every where; every tongue speaks them,
Suf. And free us from his slavery.
Nor. We bad need pray,
Suf. For me, my lords,
I love him not, nor fear him; there's my creed:
Nor. Let's in;
And, with some other business, put the king
My lord, you'll bear us company?
Cham. Excuse me;
The king hath sent me otherwhere: besides,
Nor. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain.
[Exit Lord Chamberlain.
Norfolk opens a folding-door. The King if discovered titting, 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
Into my private meditations?
Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences
K. Hen. You are too bold;
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business:
Enter Wolsey am/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 talker17. [To Wolscy.
Wol. Sir, you cannot.
I would, your grace would give us but an hour
K. Hen. We are busy; go.
[To Norfolk and SiiffolL.
Nor. This priest has no pride in him? -j
Suf. Not to speak of;
I would not be so sick though, for his place: [
Nor. If it do,!
I'll venture one heave at him. j
Suf. I another. J
[Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.
Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom
Invited by your noble self, hath sent
K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arms I bid him
And thank the holy conclave for their loves;
for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers'
You are so noble: To your highness' hand
K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted Forthwith, for what you come:—Where's Gardiner?
Wul. I know, your majesty has,always lov'd her
K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my
To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal,
Re-aiter Wolsey, with Gardiner.
Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour to
you; You are the king's now. Card. But to be commanded
For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me.
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.
Cam. Was he not held a learned man?
Wol. Yes, surely.
Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Even of yourself, lord cardinal.
Wol. How! of me?
Cam. They will not stick to say, you envy'd him; And, fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign man still: which so griev'd him, That he ran mad, and died.
Wol. Heaven's peace be with him!
That's Christian care enough: for living murmurers,
K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
The most convenient place that I can think of,