And stand unshaken yours. K. Hen. 'Tis nobly spoken: Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him open't.-Read o'er this; [Giving him papers. And, after, this: and then to breakfast, with What appetite you have. [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey: the Nobles throng after him, smiling, and whispering. 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! Re-enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: whe commands you To render up the great seal presently Stay, Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry Authority so weighty. Who dare cross them? Suff As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton (Mine, and your master,) with his own hand gave me: Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours, Wol. Wol. Sur. Proud lord, thou liest Thy ambition, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together,} Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy! You sent me deputy for Ireland; (1) Esher, in Surrey. Far from his succour, from the king, from all him; Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, Wol. Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be, Sur. By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou should'st feel My sword i'the life-blood of thee else.-My lords, Is poison to thy stomach. All goodness Sur. Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; The goodness of your intercepted packets, You writ to the pope, against the king: your good ness, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.— My lord of Norfolk,—as you are truly noble, (1) Equal. (2) Ridden. (3) A cardinal's hat is scarlet, and the method of daring larks is by small mirrors on scarlet cloth. As you respect the common good, the state Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,- Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this man, But that I am bound in charity against it! Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand: But, thus much, they are foul ones. Wol. So much fairer, And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, When the king knows my truth. Sur. This cannot save you : I thank my memory, I yet remember Some of these articles; and out they shall. Now, if you can, blush, and cry guilty, cardinal, You'll show a little honesty. Wol. Speak on, sir: I dare your worst objections: if I blush, It is, to see a nobleman want manners. Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have at you. First, that, without the king's assent, or knowledge, You wrought to be a legate; by which power You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops. Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else To foreign princes, Ego et Rex meus Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the king To be your servant. Then, that, without the knowledge Suff Sur. Item, you sent a large commission A league between his highness and Ferrara. Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable sub stance (By what means got, I leave to your own conscience,) To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways Cham. Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him Sur. I forgive him. Suff. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, Out of the king's protection :-This is my charge. you. your So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. [Exeunt all but Wolsey. Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, (1) Absolute. (2) As the Pope's legate. (3) A writ incurring a penalty. |