NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The King is discovered sitting, and reading pensively. Suf. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted K. Hen. Who is there? ha Nor. Pray God, he be not angry. K. Hen. Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations? Who am I? ha? Nor. A gracious King, that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty, this way, Is business of estate; in which, we come. To know your royal pleasure, K, Hen. You are too bold; Go to I'll make you know your times of busi ness: Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha ? Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. - Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal ? → O my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience, Thou art a cure fit for a King. You're wel come, [To CAMPEIUs, Most learned reverend Sir, into our kingdom; Use us and it My good Lord, have great I be not found a talker. Wol. Sir, you cannot. care [To WOLSEY I would, your Grace would give us but an hour Of private conference. K. Hen. We are busy; go. [TO NORFOLK and Suffolk. Nor. This priest has no pride in him?) I would not be so sick though, for his But this cannot continue. Nor. If it do, place: I'll venture one heave at him. Suf. I another. Aside. [Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. Wol. Your Grace has given a precedent of wis dom Above all Princes, in committing freely Your scruple to the voice of Christendom: ment, Invited by your noble self, hath sent One general tongue unto us, this good man, And thank the holy conclave for their loves; They have sent me such a Inan I would have wish'd for. Cam. Your Grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, You are so noble: To your Highness' hand I tender my commission; by whose virtue, (The court of Rome commanding,) Lord -- you, my Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant, In the unpartial judging of this business. K. Hen. Two equal men. The Queen shall be acquainted Forthwith, for what you come : Where's Gar diner? Wol. I know, your Majesty has always lov'd her So dear in heart, not to deny her that A woman of less place might ask by law, Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her. K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my favour To him that does best; God forbid else. Car Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary; I find him a fit fellow. [Exit WOLSEY Re-enter WOLSEY, with GARDINER. Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour You are the King's now. to you; Gard. But to be commanded For ever by your Grace, whose hand has rais'd me. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. [Aside. [They converse apart, Cam. My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace In this man's place before him? Wol. Yes, he was. Cam. Was he not held a learned man? Wol. Yes, surely. Cam. Believe me, there's an iil opinion spread Cam. They will not stick to say, you envy'd him; And, fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign man still: which so griev❜ð him, That he ran mad, and died. Wol. Heaven's peace be with him! That's christian care enough: murers, for living mur There's places of rebuke. He was a fool; low, If I command him, follows my appointment; ther, We live no to be grip'd by meaner persons. Queen. [Exit GARDINER. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receipt of learning, is Black-Friars; There ye shall meet about this weighty business :My Wolsey, see it furnish'd. O my Lord, Would it not grieve an able man, to leave So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, science. O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. SCENE III. con [Exeunt An Antechamber in the Queen's Apartments. Enter ANNE BULLEN, and an old Lady. Here's the pang Anne. Not for that neither; that pinches : His Highness having liv'd so long with her; and she So good a lady, that no tongue could ever which by my life, the To leave is a thousand-fold inore bitter, than Old L. Hearts of most hard temper Anne. O, God's will! much better, She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging Old E Alas, poor lady! Anne. So much the more Old L. Our content Is our best having. Anne. By my troth, and maidenhead, I would not be a Queen, Old L. Beshrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you, For all this spice of your hypocrisy : You, that have so fair parts of woman on you, |