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Sharp enough, Lord, for thy justice! Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's
Nor. . ; He is vex'd at something.
The king, the king. K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! and what expense by the hour Seeins 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
It may well be;
Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,
It's heaven's will;
If we did think
goes to Wolsey.
Good, my lord,
You have said well.
'Tis well said again; And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well : And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you ; He said, he did ; and with his deed did crown
His word upon you. Since I had my office,
1. What should this mean? Surry. The Lord increase this business! Aside. K. Hen.
Have I not made you
Wol. My sovereign, I confess, your royal graces
Fairly answer'd ;
I do profess,
Though all the world should crack their duty to you,
"Tis nobly spoken:
[Giving him Papers. And, after, this: and then to breakfast, with What appetite you have.
'[Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey;
the Nobles throng after him, smiling, and
What should this mean? What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if rain Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafed Jion Upon the daring huntsman that has gall’d 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 the account Of all that world of wealth I have 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 cross devil Made me put this main secret in the packet, I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this ? No new device to beat this from his brains? I know, 'twill stir him strongly; Yet I know A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune, Will bring me off again. What's this-To the Pope ? The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Re-enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, the
EARL of SURRY, and the Lord Chamberlain.
Who dare cross them? Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?
Wol. Till I find more than will, or words, to do it (I mean, your malice), know, oflicious lords, I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel Of what coarse metal ye are inoulded,-envy. How eagerly ye follow my disgraces, As if it led ye! and how sleek and wanton . Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin! Follow your envious courses, men of malice; You have Christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, In time will find their fit rewards. That seal, You ask with such a violence, the king (Mine, and your master), with his own hand gave me : Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours, During my life; and, to confirm his goodness, Tied it by letters palents : Now, who'll take it?
Surry. The king, that gave it. Wol.
• It must be himself then. Surry. Thou art a proud traitor, priest. Wol.
Proud lord, thou liest; Within these forty hours Surry durst better Have burnt that tongue, than said so. Surry. .
Thy ambition, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law: The heads of all thy brother cardinals (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together), Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy!