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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

most true,

These news are every where; every tongue speaks them,
And every true heart weeps for't: All, that dare
Lock into these at fairs, 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 bad need pray,
And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages: all men's honours
Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd
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 otherwhere: 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 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?
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 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
Of private conference.

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: [
But this cannot continue. S Aside.

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
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 favour 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 judge-

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


And thank the holy conclave for their loves;
They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd

for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers'


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 join'd with me their servant,
In the impartial judging of this business.

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
So dear in heart, not to deny her that
A woman of less place might ask by law,
Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.

K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my


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 H'olsey.

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,
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;
I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother,
We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons.

K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.

[Exit Gardiner.

The most convenient place that I can think of,
For such receipt of learning, is Black-Friars;
There ye shall meet about this weighty business:—
My Wolsey, see it furnish'd.—O my lord,

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