You fhall, Sir. Did you not of late days hear Between the King and Cath'rine? i Gen. Yes, but it held not; For when the King once heard it, out of anger 2 Gen. But that flander, Sir, Is found a truth now; for it grows again 1 Gen. 'Tis the Cardinal; And meerly to revenge him on the Emperor, The Arch-bishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 Gen. I think, you've hit the mark; but is't not cruel, That fhe fhould feel the fmart of this? The Cardinal Will have his will, and fhe must fall. 1 Gen. 'Tis woful. We are too open here to argue this: SCEN E III. An Antechamber in the Palace. [Exeunt. Enter Lord Chamberlain reading a letter. MY Lord, the borfes your lordship fent for, with all the care I bad, I saw well chofen, ridden, and furnished. They were young and handfome, and of the beft best breed in the North. When they were ready to fet out for London, a man of my Lord Cardinal's, by commiffion and main power took 'em from me, with this reafon; his master would be ferv'd before a fubject, if not before the King, which flopp'd our mouths, Sir. I fear, he will, indeed. Well, let him have them; Enter to the Lord Chamberlain, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk. Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain, Full of fad thoughts and troubles. Nor. What's the caufe ?.. Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his confcience. Suf. No, his conscience Has crept too near another lady. This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal! Turns what he lifts. The King will know him one day. Suf. Pray God, he do! he'll never know himself else. Nor. How holily he works in all his business, And with what zeal? for now he has crackt the league 'Tween us and th' Emperor, the Queen's great nephew, He dives into the King's foul, and there fcatters Doubts, dangers, wringing of the confcience, Fears, and defpair, and all these for his marriage; And out of all thefe, to reftore the King, He counfels a divorce; a lofs of Her, That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years About his neck, yet never loft her luftre; Of Of her, that loves him with that excellence, Thefe news are ev'ry where; ev'ry tongue fpeaks 'em, The French King's fifter. Heav'n will one day open Suf. And free us from his flavery. Nor. We had need pray, and heartily, for deliv'rance; Or this imperious man will work us all 2 * From princes into pages; all men's honours Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion'd Into what pitch he pleafe. Suf. For me, my Lords, I love him not, nor fear him, there's my Creed ; If the King pleafe; his curfes and his bleffings From these fad thoughts, that work too much upon him ; -My Lord, you'll bear us, company ? Cham. Excufe me, The King hath fent me other-where; befides Health to your Lordships. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain, SCENE IV. The Scene drates, and difcovers the King fitting and reading penfively. Suf. How fad he looks! fure, he is much afflicted. King. Who's there? ha? Nor. Pray God, he be not angry. King. Who's there, I fay? how dare you thrust yourselves 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 bufinefs of eftate; in which we come To know your royal pleasure. King. Ye are too bold; Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business. Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legate, with a Commiffion. Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal?-O my Wolfey, The quiet of my wounded confcience! Thou art a cure fit for a King. You're welcome, [ [To Campeius. Most learned rev'rend Sir, into our kingdom; Ufe Ufe us, and it. My good Lord, have great care Wol. Sir, you cannot. [To Wolfey. I would your Grace would give us but an hour King. We are busy; go. [To Norf. and Suff. Nor. This priest has no pride in him! Suf. Not to fpeak of: I would not be fo fick though, for his place. But this cannot continue. Nor. If it do, I'll venture one heave at him. Suf. I another. [Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk. Wol. Your Grace has giv'n a precedent of wisdom Above all Princes, in committing freely Your fcruple to the voice of Christendom: Who can be angry now? what envy reach you? I mean the learned ones, in chriftian kingdoms, One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man, come, And thank the holy Conclave for their loves; They've fent me fuch a man I would have wifh'd for. Cam. Your Grace muft needs deferve all strangers' loves, You are so noble. To your Highness' hand I tender my commiffion; by whose virtue, I be not found a talker.] I take the meaning to be, Let care be taken that my promise be performed, that my profefiens of welcome be not found empty talk. * jo fick though.] That is, so fick as he is proud. |