I fear, he will indeed; well, let him have them;
He will have all, I think.

Enter to the Lord Chamberlain the Dukes of Norfolk and

Suffolk.

Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Good day to both your Graces.

Suf. How is the King employ'd?

Cham. I left him private,

Full of fad thoughts and troubles.

Nor. What's the cause ?

Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's wife

Has crept too near his confcience.

Suf. No, his confcience

Has crept too near another lady.

Nor. 'Tis so;

This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal:
That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
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 soul, and there scatters
Doubts, dangers, wringing of the confcience,
Fears, and despair, and all these for his marriage;
And out of all these, to restore the King,
He counsels a divorce; a loss of Her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence,
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? [true,

Cham. Heav'n keep me from such counsel! 'tis most
These news are ev'ry where; ev'ry tongue speaks 'em,
And ev'ry true heart weeps for't. All, that dare
Look into these affairs, see his main end,
The French King's sister. Heav'n will one day open
The King's eyes, that so long have slept upon

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This

This bold, bad man.

Suf. And free us from his slavery.

Nor. We had need pray, and heartily, for deliv'rance,

Or this imperious man will work us all

From princes into pages; all mens honours
Lye like 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, fo I'll stand,

If the King please: his curses and his blessings
Touch me alike; they're 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 fome 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 fent me other-where: befides,

You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him:

Health to your lordships.

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[Exit Lord Chamberlain.

Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.

The Scene draws, and discovers 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 your

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 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 :
Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha?

[selves

Enter

Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legat, with a

Commiffion.

Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal? O my Wolsey,
The quiet of my wounded confcience;
Thou art a cure fit for a King. - You're welcome,
Most learned rev'rend Sir, into our kingdom; [To Cam-

Use us, and it; my good lord, have great care

I be not found a talker.

Wol. Sir, you cannot:

I would, your Grace would give us but an hour

Of private Confrence.

King. We are busie; go.

[peius.

[To Norf. and Suff.

Nor. This priest has no pride in him?

Suf. Not to speak of:

I would not be so sick 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?
The Spaniard, ty'd by blood and favour to her,
Must now confefs, if they have any goodness,
The tryal just and noble. All the clerks,
I mean the learned ones, in christian kingdoms,
Have their free voices. Rome, the nurse of Judgment,
Invited by your noble self, hath fent
One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man,
This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius;
Whom once more I present unto your Highness.

King. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,
And thank the holy Conclave for their loves;
They've sent me such a man, I would have wish'd for.
Cam. Your Grace must needs deserve all strangers loves,

You are so noble: to your Highness' hand

I tender my commiffion; by whose virtue,

(The court of Rome commanding) you, my lord

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Cardinal

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

King. Two equal men: the Queen shall be acquainted
Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner ?
Wol. I know, your Majesty has always lov'd her

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

King. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my favour
To him that does best, God forbid else. Cardinal,
Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary,
I find him a fit fellow.

Wol. Give me your hand; much joy and favour to you;

You are the King's now.

Gard. But to be commanded

:

For ever by your Grace, whose hand has rais'd me.

King. Come hither, Gardiner.

[Walks and whispers.

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, furely.

Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then

Ev'n of your self, 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 dy'd.

Wol. Heav'n'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 perfons.

King. Deliver this with modesty to th' Queen.

[Exit Gardiner. The

The most convenient place that I can think of,
For fuch receit of learning, is Black-Fryers :
There ye shall meet about this weighty business.
My Wolfey, fee it furnish'd. O my lord,
Would it not grieve an able man to leave
So sweet a bedfellow? but, confcience, confcience!

O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her.

[Exeunt.

SCENE an Antechamber of the Queen's Apart

Anne.

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ments.

Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady.

OT for that neither - here's the pang, that

pinches.

His Highness having liv'd so long with her, and she
So good a lady, that no tongue could ever
Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,
She never knew harm-doing: oh, now after
So many courses of the fun, enthron'd,
Still growing in a majetty and poinp,
The which to leave 's a thousand-fold more bitter
Than sweet at first t'acquire; after this process,
To give her the avaunt! it is a pity
Would move a monster.

Old L. Hearts of most hard temper
Melt and lament for her.

Anne. In God's will, better

She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal,
Yet if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce (14)
It from the bearer, 'tis a suff'rance panging

As foul and body's sev'ring.

(14) Yet if that quarrel,] The Sense is somewhat obscure, and uncer tain, here. Either quarrel must be understood metaphorically, to fignify a shaft, a dart; as it is used by Chaucer; and as, among the French, they fay, un Quarreau d'arbaleste, an Arrow peculiar for the Cross-bow: or we must read, as Mr. Warburton has conjectured;

Yet if that quarr'lous Fortune.

And Shakespeare, I remember, somewhere uses this Expression - as quarr'lous as a Weazel.