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He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers,
Ante-chamber 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.
I am joyful
Which of the peers
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
Matter against him, that for ever mars
His practices to light?
O, how, how?
A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.
Will this work?' Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts,
And hedges, his own way. But in this point
'Would he had!
Suff. May you be happy in your wish, my lord! For, I profess, you have it.
Now all my joy
Suff. There's order given for her coronation : Marry, this is yet but young†, and may be left
My amen to't!
To some ears unrecounted.-But, my lords,
The Lord forbid !
There be more wasps that buz about his nose,
And let him cry ha, louder!
Now, God incense him,
But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
Suff. He is return'd, in his opinions; which
Shall be call'd, queen; but princess dowager,
For it, an archbishop.
A worthy fellow, and has ta'en much pain
This same Cranmer's
He has; and we shall see him
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.
He did unseal them; and the first he view'd
Is he ready
I think, by this he is.
Nor. He's discontented.
To come abroad?
Wol. Leave me a while.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 Pembroke!
Does whet his anger to him.
May be, he hears the king
Lord, for thy justice!
Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's daughter,
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
And well-deserving? yet I know her for