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I fear, he will indeed; well, let him have them;

He will have all, I think.

Enter to the Lord Chamberlain the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk.

Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Good day to both your Graces.

Suf. How is the King employ'd?

Cham. I left him private,

Full of fad thoughts and troubles.

Nor. What's the cause?

Cham. It feems, the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his confcience.

Suf. No, his confcience

Has crept too near another lady.
Nor. 'Tis fo;

This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal:
That blind prieft, like the eldest fon of fortune,

Turns what he lifts. The King will know him one day.
Suf. Pray God, he do! he'll never know himself else.
Nor. How holily he works in all his business,

And with what zeal? for now he has crackt the league
'Tween us and th' Emperor, the Queen's great nephew,
He dives into the King's foul, and there fcatters
Doubts, dangers, wringing of the conscience,
Fears, and defpair, and all these for his marriage;
And out of all thefe, to restore the King,
He counfels a divorce; a lofs of Her,
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never loft her luftre;
Of her, that loves him with that excellence,
That angels love good men with; even of her,
That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the King; and is not this courfe pious? [true,
Cham. Heav'n keep me from fuch counfel! 'tis most
These news are ev'ry where; ev'ry tongue fpeaks 'em,
And ev'ry true heart weeps for't. All, that dare
Look into thefe affairs, fee his main end,

The French King's fifter. Heav'n will one day open
The King's eyes, that fo long have slept upon

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This

This bold, bad man.

Suf. And free us from his flavery.

Nor. We had need pray, and heartily, for deliv'rance; Or this imperious man will work us all

From princes into pages; all mens honours

Lye like one lump before him, to be fafhion'd
Into what pitch he please.

Suf. For me, my lords,

I love him not, nor fear him, there's my Creed:
As I am made without him, fo I'll ftand,

If the King please: his curfes and his bleffings
Touch me alike; they're breath I not believe in.
I knew him, and I know him; fo I leave him
To him, that made him proud, the Pope.

Nor. Let's in.

And with fome other business put the King

From these fad thoughts, that work too much upon him; My lord, you'll bear us company?

Cham. Excufe me,

The King hath fent me other-where befides,

You'll find a moft unfit time to disturb him:

Health to your lordships.

[Exit Lord Chamberlain.

Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.

The Scene draws, and difcovers the King fitting and reading penfively.

Suf. How fad he looks! fure, he is much afflicted.
King. Who's there? ha?

Nor. Pray God, he be not angry.

King. Who's there, I fay? how dare you thruft your 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 bufinefs of eftate; in which we come

To know your royal pleasure.

King. Ye are too bold:

Go to; I'll make ye know your times of bufinefs:
Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha?

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Enter

Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legat, with a Commiffion.

Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal? O my Wolfey, The quiet of my wounded confcience ;

Thou art a cure fit for a King. You're welcome,

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Moft learned rev'rend Sir, into our kingdom; [To CamUfe us, and it; my good lord, have great care

I be not found a talker.

Wol. Sir, you cannot:

I would, your Grace would give us but an hour

Of private Conf'rence.

King. We are bufie; go.

[peius.

[To Norf. and Suff.

Nor. This priest has no pride in hira?

Suf. Not to speak of:

I would not be fo fick though, for his place:

But this cannot continue.

Nor. If it do,

I'll venture one heave at him.

Suf. I another.

[Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk,

Wol. Your Grace has giv'n a precedent of wisdom
Above all Princes, in committing freely

Your fcruple to the voice of Chriftendom:
Who can be angry now? what envy reach
you?
The Spaniard, ty'd by blood and favour to her,
Muft now confefs, if they have any goodness,
The tryal juft and noble., All the clerks,
I mean the learned ones, in christian kingdoms,
Have their free voices. Rome, the nurse of Judgment,
Invited by your noble felf, hath fent

One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man,

This juft and learned prieft, Cardinal Campeius;
Whom once more I prefent unto your Highness.

King. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,
And thank the holy Conclave for their loves;
They've fent me fuch a man, I would have with'd for.
Cam. Your Grace muft needs deferve all strangers loves,
You are so noble: to your Highness' hand

I tender my commiffion; by whose virtue,

(The court of Rome commanding) you, my lord

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Cardinal of York, are join'd with me, their fervant,
In the impartial judging of this business.

King. Two equal men: the Queen fhall be acquainted
Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner ?
Wol. I know, your Majefty has always lov'd her
So dear in heart, not to deny her what

A woman of lefs place might ask by law;
Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.

King. Ay, and the beft, fhe fhall have; and my favour
To him that does beft, God forbid elfe. Cardinal,
Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary,
I find him a fit fellow.

Enter Gardiner.

Wol. Give me your hand; much joy and favour to you; You are the King's now.

Gard. But to be commanded

For ever by your Grace, whofe hand has rais'd me.

King. Come hither, Gardiner,

[Walks and whispers.

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, furely.

Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Ev'n of your felf, lord Cardinal.

Wol. How! of me?

Cam. They will not ftick to fay, you envy'd him;
And fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous,
Kept him a foreign man ftill: which so griev'd him,
That he ran mad and dy'd.

Wol. Heav'n's peace be with him!

That's christian care enough: for living murmurers,
There's places of rebuke. He was a fool,

For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,
If I command him, follows my appointment;
I will have none fo near elfe. Learn this, brother,
We live not to be grip'd by meaner perfons.
King. Deliver this with modefty to th' Queen.

[Exit Gardiner.

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The most convenient place that I can think of,
For fuch receit of learning, is Black-Fryers:
There ye fhall meet about this weighty business.
My Wolfey, fee it furnish'd. O my lord,
Would it not grieve an able man to leave

So fweet a bedfellow? but, confcience, confcience!
O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her.

[Exeunt.

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His Highness having liv'd fo long with her, and she
So good a lady, that no tongue could ever
Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,
She never knew harm-doing: oh, now after
So many courfes of the fun, enthron'd,
Still growing in a majefty and pomp,

The which to leave 's a thoufand-fold more bitter
Than sweet at firft t'acquire; after this process,

To give her the avaunt! it is a pity

Would move a monster.

Old L. Hearts of moft hard temper Melt and lament for her.

Anne. In God's will, better

She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal,
Yet if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce (14)
It from the bearer, 'tis a fuff'rance panging
As foul and body's fev'ring.

(14) Yet if that quarrel,] The Senfe is fomewhat obfcure, and uncertain, here. Either quarrel must be underfood metaphorically, to fignify a shaft, a dart; as it is used by Chaucer; and as, among the French, they fay, un Quarreau d'arbalefte, an Arrow peculiar for the Cross-bow: or we must read, as Mr. Warburton has conjectured;

Yet if that quarr'ious Fortune.

And Shakespeare, I remember, fomewhere ufes this Expreffion quarr❜lous as a Weazel.

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