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How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness
A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.
Suf. Believe it.
Sur. Will this work?
Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts,
And hedges, his own way. But in this point
Sur. But, will the king
Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;
To second all his plot. I do assure you,
Nor. But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which
His second marriage shall be publish'd, and
Enter WOLSEY, and CROMWELL. Nor. Observe, observe, he's moody. Wol. The packet, Cromwell,
Gave 't you the king?
Crom. To his own hand, in his bed-chamber.
He did unseal them: and the first he view'd,
Wol. Is he ready
Crom. I think, by this he is.
It shall be to the duchess of Alençon,
The French king's sister: he shall marry her.-
No, we'll no Bullens!-Speedily I wish
To hear from Rome.-The marchioness of Pembroke!
Nor. He's discontented.
Suf. May be, he hears the king
Does whet his anger to him.
Lord, for thy justice!
Vol. The late queen's gentlewoman, a knight's daughter,
To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen! › This candle burns not clear: 't is I must snuff it; Then, out it goes.-What though I know her virtuous,
And well deserving? yet I know her for
A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to
Our hard-rul'd king! Again, there is sprung up
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.
Nor. He is vex'd at something.
Sur. I would, 't were some hing that would fret the string,
The master cord of his heart
Suf. The king, the king.
Enter the King, with a letter in his hand, and reading a schedule.
King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! and what expense by the hour Seems 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
Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion Is in his brain:
In most strange postures
We've seen him set himself.
may well be;
There is a mutiny in his mind.-If we did think
And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still
Dwell in his musings; but, I am afraid,
His thinkings are below the moon.
[The King signs to the Chamberlain, who goes to WOLSEY.
Wol. Heaven forgive me!
And ever bless your highness!
You 're full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory
For holy offices I have a time; a time
King. You have said well.
Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together, As I will lend you cause, my doing well With my well saying!
King. 'Tis well said again;
And 't is a kind of good deed, to say well:
My father lov'd you :
He said, he did; and with his deed did crown
Employ'd you where high profits might come home,
My bounties upon you.
Wol. What should this mean?
Sur. Now heaven increase this business!
King. Have I not made you
If you are bound to us, or no. What say you?
King. 'Tis nobly spoken
Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
Read o'er this ;
And, after, this: and then to breakfast, with
[Exit the King, frowning upon WOLSEY; the Nobles following him, whispering and smiling.
Wol. What should this mean?
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell!
Enter NORFOLK, SUFFOLK, SURREY, and Chamberlain. Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you
To render up the great scal presently
Into our hands; and to confine yourself
Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry Authority so mighty.