Like Water from ye, never found again,

But where they mean to fink ye; all good People
Pray for me, I must now forfake ye; the last hour
Of my long weary Life is come upon me:

Farewel; and when you would fay fomething that is fad, Speak how I fell.

I have done; and God forgive me.

[Exeunt Buckingham and Train.

1 Gen. O, this is full of pity; Sir, it calls, I fear, too many curfes on their Heads, That were the Authors.

2 Gen. If the Duke be guiltless,

'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling Of an enfuing evil, if it fall,

Greater than this.

I Gen. Good Angels keep it from us :

What may it be? you do not doubt my Faith, Sir? 2 Gen. This Secret is fo weighty, 'twill require Aftrong faith to conceal it.

I Gen. Let me have it;

I do not talk much.

2 Gen. I am confident;

You shall, Sir: Did you not of late Days hear
A buzzing, of a Separation,

Between the King and Katharine ?

1 Gen. Yes, but it held not;

For when the King once heard it, out of anger
He fent command to the Lord Mayor straight
To ftop the Rumour, and allay the Tongues
That durft difperfe it.

2 Gen. But that flander, Sir,

Is a found truth now; for it grows again
Fresher than e'er it was, and held for certain
The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinal,
Or fome about him near, have, out of malice
To the good Queen, poffeft him with a scruple
That will undo her: To confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately,
As all think, for this bufinefs.

I Gen. 'Tis the Cardinal;

And meerly to revenge him on the Emperor,
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For not bestowing on him, at his asking,

The Arch-bishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd..

2 Gen. I think

You have hit the mark; but is't not cruel,

That the should feel the fmart of this? the Cardinal

Will have his Will, and the muft fall.

1 Gen. 'Tis woful.

We are too open here to argue this:

Let's think in Private more.

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SCENE

[Exeunt.

II.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading a Letter.

Y Lord, the Horfes your Lordship Sent for, with all the care I had I faw well chofen, ridden, and furnish'd. They were young and handsome, and of the best Breed in the North. When they were ready to let out for London, a Man of my Lord Cardinal's, by Commission and main Power took 'em from me, with this reafon : His Mafter would be Serv'd before a Subject, if not before the King, which stopp'd our Mouths, Sir.

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, banner
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 Caufe?

Cham. It seems 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 Son of Fortune,

Turns what he lift. The King will know him one Day.

Suf.

Suf. Pray God he do,

He'll never know himself.elfe.

Nor. How holily he works in all his Business,

And with what zeal? For now he has crackt the League
Between us and the Emperor, the Queen's great Nephew,
He dives into the King's Soul, and there scatters
Dangers, Doubts, wringing of the Confcience,
Fears, and Defpair, and all these for his Marriage.
And out of all thefe, to reftore 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 blefs the King; and is not this course pious?
Cham. Heav'n keep me from fuch Counsel, 'tis most true,
These News are every where, every Tongue speaks 'em,
And every true Heart weeps for't. All that dare
Look into thefe Affairs, fee his main end,

The French King's Sifter. Heav'n will one day open
The King's Eyes, that fo long have slept upon
This bold bad Man.

Suf. And free us from his Slavery.
Nor. We had need pray,

And heartily, for our deliverance;

Or this Imperious Man will work us all

From Princes into Pages; all Mens Honours
Lye like one lump before him, to be fashion'd
Into what pitch he pleafe.

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; th' are 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 Bufinefs, put the King

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

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Cham.

Cham. Excufe me,

The King has fent me other-where i 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 discovers 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 thrust your selves 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 Eftate; in which, we come

To know your Royal Pleasures

King. Ye are too bold:

Go to

I'll make ye know your times of Business:

Is this an hour for temporal Affairs? ha?

Enter Wolley, and Campeius the Pope's Legat, with a Commiffion.
Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal ? my Wolfey,
The quiet of my wounded Confcience;

Thou art a cure fit for the King; you're welcome,
Moft learned reverend Sir, into our Kingdom,
Use 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 Conference.

King. We are bufie; go.

Nor. This Prieft has no Pride in him?

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 given a Precedent of Wifdom Above all Princes, in committing freely

Your fcruple to the Voice of Christendom:

Who

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 Trial juft and noble. All the Clerks,"
I mean the learned ones in Chriftian Kingdoms,
Have their free Voice. Rome, the Nurse of Judgment,
Invited by your Noble felf, hath fent

One general 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 have fent me fuch a Man I would have with'd for.
Cam. Your Grace muft needs deferve all Strangers loves,
You are fo Noble: To your Highness's Hand

I tender my Commiffion; by whofe virtue,
The Court of Rome commanding, You, my Lord,
Cardinal of York, are join'd with me, their Servant,
In the impartial judging of this Bufinefs.

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 that,

A Woman of lefs Place might ask by Law,

Scholars allow'd, freely to argue for her,

King. Ay, and the beft the fhall have; and my favour To him that does beft, God forbid elfe; Cardinal, Prithee 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.