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They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.
Cam. Madam, you'll find it so.
With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit,
Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves
Beware, you lose it not: For us, if you please
Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: And, pray, forgive me,
If I have us'd myself unmannerly;
You know, I am a woman, lacking wit
To make a seemly answer to such persons.
He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers,
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,
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.
O, fear him not;
His spell in that is out: the king hath found
His practices to light?
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 judgement 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?
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 physick
After his patient's death; the king already
'Would he had!
Now all my joy
Trace the conjunction!
My amen to't!
Suf. There's order given for her coronation :
The lord forbid!
But, will the king
There be more wasps that buz about his nose,
Now, God incense him,
And let him cry ha, louder!
But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which
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.
So I hear.
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,