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They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.
I know, you have a gentle, noble temper,
A soul as even as a calm; Pray, think us 180
Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and ser-
Cam. Madam, you'll find it so.
You wrong your virtues With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, As your's was put into you, ever casts Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves
you; Beware, you lose it not: For us, if you please To trust us in your business, we are ready To use our utmost studies in your service. Queen. Do what ye will, my lords: And, pray,
forgive me, If I have us'd myself unmannerly;
190 You know, I am a woman, lacking wit To make a seemly answer to such persons. Pray, do my service to his majesty : He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, While I shall have iny life. Come, reverend fathers, Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs, That little thought, when she set footing here, She should have bought hier dignities so dear.
Anti-Chamber to the King's Apartment. Enter Duke of
NORFOLK, Duke of SUFFOLK, the Earl of SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain.
Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints,
And force them with a constancy, the cardinal 200
Cannot stand under them: If you omit
The offer of this time, I cannot promise,
But that you shall sustain more new disgraces,
With these you bear already.
Sur. I am joyful
To meet the least occasion, that may give me
Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke,
To be reveng'd on him.
Suf. Which of the peers
Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least 210
Strangely neglected ? when did he regard
The stamp of nobleness in any person,
Out of himself?
Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures :
What he deserves of you and me, I know;
What we can do to him (though now the time
Gives way to us), I much fear. If you cannot
Bar his access to the king, never attempt
Any thing on him ; for he hath a witchcraft
Over the king in his tongue.
Nor. O, fear him not;
His spell in that is out : the king hath found
Matter against bim, that for ever mars
The honey of his language. No, he's settled,
Not to come off, in his displeasure.
I should be glad to hear such news as this
Once every hour.
Nor. Believe it, this is true.
In the divorce, his contrary proceedings
230 Are all unfolded; wherein he appears, As I would wish mine enemy.
Sur. How came
His practices to light ?
Suf. Most strangely.
Sur. O, how, how?
Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried,
And came to the eye o' the king: wherein was read,
How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness
To stay the judgment o'the divorce; For if
It did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive,
My king is tangled in affection to
A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.
Sur. Has the king this?
Suf. Believe it.
Sur. Will this work ?
Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he
And hedges, his own way. But in this point
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick
After his patient's death; the king already 250 Hath married the fair lady.
Sur. 'Would he had !
Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord; For, I profess, you have it.
Sur. Now all my joy
Trace the conjunction!
Suf. My amen to't!
Nor. All men's.
Suf. There's order given for her coronation:
Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left 260
To some ears unrecounted.-But, my lords,
She is a gallant creature, and complete
In mind and feature : I persuade me, from her
Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.
Sur. But, will the king
Digest this letter of the cardinal's ?
The lord forbid !
Nor. Marry, Amen!
Suf. No, no;
There be more wasps that buz about his nose,
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius
Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;
Has left the cause o' the king unhandled; and
Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you,
The king cry'd, ha! at this.
Cham. Now, God incense him, And let him cry, ha, louder!
Nor. But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which
Have satisfy'd the king for his divorce,
Together with all famous colleges
Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe,
His second marriage shall be publish'd, and
Her coronation. Katharine no more
Shall be callid, queen; but princess-dowager,
And widow to prince Arthur.
Nor. This same Cranmer's
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
In the king's business.
Suf. He has; and we shall see him
For it, an archbishop.
Nor. So I hear.
Suf. 'Tis so. The cardinal
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.
Wol. Look'd he o'the inside of the paper ?
He did unseal them; and the first he view'd,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed
Was in his countenance : You, he bade
Attend him here this morning.