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NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The King is dis
covered sitting, and reading pensively. Suf. How sad he looks ! sure, he is much afflicted. K. Hen. Who is there? ha ? Nor.
'Pray God, he be not angry. K. Hen. Who is there, I say? How dare you thrust
Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences
You are too bold ;
Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS.
[To CAMPEIUS. Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom; Use us, and it :- My good lord, have great care I be not found a talker.
[To WOLSEY Wol.
Sir, you cannot.
We are busy; go.
[To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, 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.
If it do, I 'll venture one ;-have at him. Suf.
I another. [Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK.
Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom Above all princes, in committing freely Your scruple to the voice of Christendom : Who can be angry now? what envy reach you? The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her, Must now consess, if they have any goodness, The trial just and noble. All the clerks,
1 I mean the learned ones, in christian kingdoms, Have their free voices—Rome, the nurse of judgment, Invited by your noble self, hath sent One general tongue unto us, this good man, This just and learned priest, cardinal Campeius ; !! Whom, once more, I present unto your highness. K. Hcn. And, once more, in mine arms I bid him
welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves ; They have sent me such a man I would have wishi u
for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers'
loves, You are so noble: To your highness' hand I tender my commission ; by whose virtue, (The court of Rome commanding,) you, my lord Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant, In tlie unpartial judging of this business. K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be ac
quainted, Forthwith, for what you come :- Where's Gardiner ?
Wol. I know your majesty has always lov'd her
[Exit WOJSEY. Re-enter Wolsey, with GARDINER, Wol. Give me your hand : niuch 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. (A side. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner.
[They converse apart. 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, surely. Cam. Believe me, there 's an ill opinion spread then Even of yourself, lord cardinal. Wol.
How! of me? Cam. They will not stick to say you envied 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 died. Wol.
Heaven'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 persons. K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
[Exit GARDINER. The most convenient place that I can think ot, For such receipt of learning, is Blackfriars ; There ye shall meet about this weighty business : My Wolsey, see it furnish'd. O my lord, Would it not grieve an able man, to leave So sweet a bediellow? But, conscience, conscience, O, 't is a tender place, and I must leave her. (Exeunt.
SCENE III.-An Antechamber in the Queen's
Apartments. Enter Anne BULLEN and an old Lady. Anne. Not 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 ;-)
Hearts of most hard temper
0, God's will ! inuch better
Alas, poor lady!
So much the more
By my troth and maidenhead,
Quarrel is ap arrow.
Beshrew me, I would,
Nay, good troth,
queen ? Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. Old L. 'T is strange : a three-pence bowed would
Old as I am, to queen it: But, I pray you,
No, in truth.
Anne. How you do talk !
In faith, for little England
a Cheveril-kid-skin. So in Romeo and Juliet,'" O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad.”
• Pluck off a little-descend a little: You refuse to be a queen, a duchess, try a count.