That little thought, when she set footing here,
She should have bought her dignities so dear. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Antechamber to the King's Apartment.

Enter the DUKE OF NORFOLK, the 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 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
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
Anything 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 him, that for ever mars

a Force-enforce. So in Measure for Measure :'

"Has he affections in him

That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,
When he would force it?"

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 Are all unfolded; wherein he appears, As I would wish mine enemy.

How came

Most strangely.

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.

Sur.

Believe it.

Will this work?

Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he

coasts,

And hedges, his own way. But in this point
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic
After his patient's death; the king already
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.

Trace the conjunction!

Suf.

Nor.

Now all my joy

My amen to 't!

All men's!

Suf. There's order given for her coronation:

Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left
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.

There be more wasps that buzz 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 cried, ha! at this.

Cham.

And let him cry ha, louder!

Nor.

When returns Cranmer?

Now, God incense him

But, my lord,

Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which
Have satisfied 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 call'd 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.

He has; and we shall see him

So I hear.

"T is so.

Nor.

Enter WOLSEY and CROMWELL.

Observe, observe, he 's moody.

Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the king?
Crom. To his own hand, in his bedchamber.
Wol. Look'd he o' the inside of the paper?
Crom.

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.

Wol.

To come abroad?

Crom.

Is he ready

I think, by this he is.

It shall be to the duchess of Alençon,

Presently

[Exit CROMWELL.

The French king's sister: he shall marry her.

Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him:
There is more in it than fair visage.-Bullen!

No, we 'll no Bullens.-Speedily I wish

To hear from Rome.-The marchioness of Pembroke! Nor. He 's discontented.

Lord, for thy justice!

May be, he hears the king

Sharp enough,

Wol. 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 cause, that she should lie i' the bosom of

Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up
An heretic, an arch one, Cranmer; one
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.

Nor.

He is vex'd at something.

Suf. I would 't were something that would fret the

string,

The master-cord of his heart!

Enter the KING, reading a schedule; and LOVELL. Suf. The king, the king. K. Hen. 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: he bites his lip, and starts;
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Then, lays his finger on his temple; straight,
Springs out into fast gait; then, stops again,
Strikes his breast hard; and anon, he casts
His eye against the moon: in most strange postures
We have seen him set himself.

K. Hen.
It may well be;
There is a mutiny in his mind. This morning
Papers of state he sent me to peruse,

As I requir'd: And wot you what I found
There; on my conscience, put unwittingly?
Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,-
The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,
Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household; which
I find at such proud rate, that it out-speaks
Possession of a subject.

Nor.

It 's heaven's will: Some spirit put this paper in the packet To bless your eye withal.

K. Hen.

If we did think

His contemplation were above the earth,
And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still