His spell in that is out: the king hath found Sir, Sur. Once every hour. Nor. Believe it, this is true. In the divorce, his contrary proceedings As I could wish mine enemy. Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried, A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen. Suf. Sur. Believe it. Will this work? Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts, 25 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 Sur. 'Would he had! Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord; For, I profess, you have it. Suf. There's order given for her coronation : In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Sur. But, will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's? The lord forbid! Nor. Suf. Marry, amen! No, no; There be more wasps that buz about his nose, Cham. And let him cry ha, louder! Now, God incense him, But, my lord, Nor. 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. Nor. Suf. So I hear. "Tis so. The cardinal Nor. Enter WOLSEY and CROMWELL. Observe, observe, he's moody. Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the king? Wol. Look'd he o'the inside of the paper? He did unseal them: and the first he view'd, Presently Wol. Is he ready To come abroad? Crom. I think, by this he is. [Exit Cromwell, Wol. Leave me a while. It shall be to the duchess of Alençon, The French king's sister: he shall marry her.- To hear from Rome.-The marchioness of Pem To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it; Then, out it goes.-What though I know her virtu ous, And well-deserving? yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran; and not wholesome to Nor. He is vex'd at something. Sur. I would, 'twere something that would fret the string, The master-cord of his heart! 25 Enter the King, reading a schedule; and LovELL. The king, the king. Suf. K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumu lated To his own portion! and what expence by the hour Nor. My lord, we have Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion His eye against the moon: in most strange postures It may well be; K. Hen. |