Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves

you;

Beware, you lose it not for us, if you please
To trust us in your business, we are ready
To use our utmost studies in your service.

Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: and, pray, forgive me,

If I have used1 myself unmannerly.

You know, I am a woman, lacking wit

To make a seemly answer to such persons.

Pray, do my service to his majesty :

He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers
While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,
Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs,
That little thought, when she set footing here,
She should have bought her dignities so dear.

SCENE II.

Antechamber to the King's apartment.

[Exeunt.

Enter DUKE of norfolk, DUKE OF SUFFOLK, EARL of
SURREY, and LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints,
And force 2 them with a constancy, the cardinal
Cannot stand under them: if you omit
The offer of this time, I cannot promise,

1 Behaved.

2 Enforce, urge.

But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, With these you bear already.

Sur.

I am joyful

To meet the least occasion, that may give me
Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke,
To be revenged on him.

Suf.

Which of the peers
Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least
Strangely neglected? When did he regard
The stamp of nobleness in any person,
Out of himself?

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.

Nor.

O, fear him not;

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.

Sur.

Sir,

I should be glad to hear such news as this
Once every hour.

Nor.

Believe it, this is true.

In the divorce, his contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded, wherein he appears,

As I could wish mine enemy.

Sur.

How came

His practices to light?

Suf.

Sur.

Most strangely.

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 judgment 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?

Suf.

Sur.

Believe it.

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 physic
After his patient's death: the king already
Hath married the fair lady.

Sur.

Would he had!

Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord; For, I profess, you have it.

Sur.

Trace the conjunction! ·

Suf.

Nor.

Now all my joy

My Amen to 't!

All men's.

Suf. There's order given for her coronation.

1 Follow.

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 memorised.1

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,
Will make this sting the sooner.
Cardinal Campeius
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 cried Ha! at this.

Cham.

Now, God incense him,

But, my lord,

And let him cry Ha, louder!

Nor.

When returns Cranmer?

Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions, which
Have satisfied 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

1 Made memorable.

L

Shall be call'd queen; but princess dowager,

And widow to prince Arthur.

Nor.

This same Cranmer's

A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
In the king's business.

Nor.

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 bed-chamber.
Wol. Look'd he o' the inside of the paper?
Crom.

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.

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