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His spell in that is out: the king hath found
Matter against him, 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.
Believe it, this is true.
In the divorce, his contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded; wherein he appears,
As I could wish mine enemy.
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
Hath married the fair lady.
'Would he had!
Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord;
For, I profess, you have it.
Now all my joy
Trace the conjunction!
My amen to't!
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.
But, will the king
Digest this letter of the cardinal's?
The lord forbid!
There be more wasps that buz about his nose,
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeiizs
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.
Now, God incense bim,
And let him cry ha, louder!
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 call'd, queen; but princess dowager,
And widow to prince Arthur.
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.
Nor. 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 ?
Presently 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.
Is he ready
To come abroad?
I think, by this he is.
Wol. Leave me a while.- [Exit Cromwell,
It shall be to the duchess of Alençon,
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 Pem
broke! Nor. He's discontented. Suf.
May be, he hears the king Does whet his anger to him. Sur.
Sharp enough, Lord, for thy justice! Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's
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-
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 heretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.
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. Suf.
The king, the king. K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumu
lated To his own portion ! and what expence by the hour Seems to flow from him! How, i'the name of thrift, Does he rake this together !--Now, my lords;
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 bis 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.
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