I find at such proud rate, that it out-speaks 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, [He takes his seat; and whispers Lovell, who goes Wol. Ever God bless your highness! K. Hen. Heaven forgive me!— Good my lord, You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory You were now running o'er: you have scarce time Wol. Sir, For holy offices I have a time; a time K. Hen. You have said well. Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together, As I will lend you cause, my doing well With my well saying! K. Hen. 'Tis well said again; And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well: And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you: He said, he did; and with his deed did crown I have kept you next my heart; have not alone My bounties upon you. Wol. Sur. The Lord increase this business! K. Hen. What should this mean? [Aside. Have I not made you The prime man of the state? I pray you, tell me, If you are bound to us, or no. What say you? Wol. My sovereign, I confess, your royal graces, Shower'd on me daily, have been more, than could My studied purposes requite; which went Beyond all man's endeavours :—my endeavours Have ever come too short of my desires, Yet, fil'd with my abilities: Mine own ends Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed To the good of your most sacred person, and The profit of the state. For your great graces Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I K. Hen. A loyal and obedient subject is Fairly answer'd; Therein illustrated: The honour of it more On you, than any; so your hand, and heart, Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, To me, your friend, than any. Wol. I do profess, That for your highness' good I ever labour'd K. Hen. 'Tis nobly spoken: Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him open't.-Read o'er this; [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey: Wol. What should this mean? What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafed lion This paper has undone me :-'Tis the account I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more. Re-enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, the Earl of SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain. Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you To render up the great seal presently Into our hands; and to confine yourself Stay, Wol. Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry Authority so weighty. Suf. Who dare cross them? Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly? Wol. Till I find more than will, or words, to do it, (I mean, your malice,) know, officious lords, I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel Of what coarse metal ye are moulded,-envy. As if it fed ye? and how sleek and wanton Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin! You ask with such a violence, the king, (Mine, and your master,) with his own hand gave me: Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours, |