Yes, but it held not; 1 Gent. 2 Gent. But that slander, sir, 1 Gent. The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purpos'd. [cruel, 2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: But is't not That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal 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. Lord chamberlain. Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience. Suff Has crept too near another lady. Nor. No, his conscience 'Tis so; This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal: That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, true, These news are every where; every tongue speaks them, The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open Suff Nor. We had need And free us from his slavery. pray, And heartily, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us all Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd Suff If the king please; his curses and his blessings Nor. Let's in; And, with some other business, put the king From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon My lord, you'll bear us company? [him: 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. Suff. 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? [yourselves 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: 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, C [To Campeius. Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom; Wol.: Sir, you cannot. [To Wolsey. I would your grace would give us but an hour Nor. This priest has no pride in him? Suff We are busy; go. [To Norfolk and Suffolk. Not to speak of; Aside. I would not be so sick though, for his place: Nor. I'll venture one heave at him. Suff. If it do, I another. [Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk. I mean, the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms, One general tongue unto us, this good man, K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arms, I bid him welAnd thank the holy conclave for their loves; [come, 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 [loves, I tender my commission; by whose virtue (The court of Rome commanding),-you, my lord Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov'd her [favour 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; find him a fit fellow. [Exit Wolsey. Re-enter WOLSEY, with GARDINER. Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour to you; You are the king's now. But to be commanded Gard. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. [Aside. [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 envied 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, I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother, K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen. |