There is a Mutiny in's mind. This Morning,
Papers of State he fent me to perufe,
As I requir'd; and wot you what I found
There, on my Confcience put unwittingly,
For footh an inventory, thus importing

The feveral parcels of his Plate, his Treafute,
Rich Stuffs and Ornaments of Houfhold, which
I find at fuch a proud Rate, that it out-fpeaks
Poffeffion of a Subject.

Nor. It's Heaven's will,

Some Spirit put this Paper in the Packet,
To bless your Eye withal.

King. If we did think

His Contemplations were above the Earth,
And fix'd on spiritual Objects, he should still
Dwell in his Mufings, but I am afraid

His thinkings are below the Moon, nor worth-
His ferious confidering.

He takes his Seat, whispers Lovel, who goes to Wolley.
Wol. Heaven forgive me

Ever God bless your Highness

King. Good my Lord,

You are full of heavenly Stuff and bear the Inventory
Of your beft Graces, in your Mind; the which

You were now running o'er; you have scarce time
To fteal from spiritual leifure, a brief span
To keep your earthly Audit, fure in that
I deem you an ill Husband, and am glad
To have you therein my Companion.
Wol. Sir,

For Holy Offices I have a time; time
To think upon the part of Business, which
I bear 'th' State; and Nature does require
Her times of Prefervation, which perforce
I her frail Son, amongst my Brethren mortal,
Muft give my tendance to.

King. You have faid well.

Wol. And ever may your Highnefs yoke together, As I will lend you caule, my doing well,

With my well faying.

King. 'Tis well faid again,

And

And 'tis a kind of good Deed to fay well,

And yet Words are no Deeds. My Father lov'd you,
He faid he did, and with this Deed did crown
His Word upon you. Since I had my Office
I have kept you next my Heart, have not alone
Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home,
But par'd my prefent Havings, to bestow
My Bounties upon you.

Wol. What should this mean?

Sur. The Lord increase this Bufinefs.

King. Have I not made you

The prime Man of the State? I pray you tell me,
If what I now pronounce, you have found true:
And if you may confefs it, fay withal

If you are to bound to us, or no.

What fay you?
Wel. My Sovereign, I confefs your Royal Graces
Showr'd on me daily, have been more than could
My ftudied purposes require, which went
Beyond all Man's endeavours. My endeavours,
Have ever come too short of my defires,
Yet fili'd with my Abilities: Mine own Ends
Have been fo, that evermore they pointed
To th' good of your moft Sacred Perfon, and
The profit of the State: For your great Graces
Heap'd upon me, poor Undeferver, I

Can nothing render but Allegiant Thanks,
My Prayers to Heav'n for you; my Loyalty,
Which ever has, and ever fhall be growing,
'Till Death, that Winter, kill it.

King. Fairly anfwer'd:

A Loyal and Obedient Subject is
Therein illuftrated, the Honour of it
Does pay the A&t of it, as i'th' contrary

The foulness is the Punishment. I prefume,

That as my Hand has open'd Bounty to you,

Afide.

Afide.

My Heart dropp'd Love, my Pow'r rain'd Honour, more you, than any; fo your Hand and Heart,

On

Your Brain, and every Function of your Power,

Should, notwithstanding that your bond of Duty,
As 'twere in Love's particular, be more

To me, your Friend, than any.

Wol.

Wol. I do profefs,

That for your Highnefs good, I ever labour'd

More than mine own; That am I, have been, and will be:
Though all the World should crack their duty to you,
And throw it from their Soul; though perils did
Abound, as thick as thought could make 'em, and
Appear in forms more herrid; yet, my Duty,
As doth a Rock againft the chiding Flood,
Should the approach of this wild River break,
And ftand unfhaken yours.

King. 'Tis noble spoken;

Take notice Lords, he has a loyal Breaft,
For you have feen him open't.

Read o'er this,

And after this, and then to Breakfast with

What appetite you may..

[Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolfey, the Nobles throng after him whispering and smiling.

Wol. What fhould this mean?.

What fudden 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
Upon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him,
Then makes him nothing. I must read this Paper :
I fear, the Story of his Anger 'Tis fo-

This Paper has undone me-'Tis th' Account
Of all that World of Wealth I have drawn together
For mine own ends, indeed to gain the Papedom,
And fee my Friends in Rome. O Negligence!
Fit for a Fool to fall by: What cross Devil
Made me put this main Secret in the Packet
I fent the King? Is there no way to cure this?
No new device to beat this from his Brains &
I know 'twill ftir him ftrongly; yet I know
A way, if it take right, in fpight of Fortune
Will bring me off again. What's this-To the Pope?
The Letter, as I live, with all the Bufinefs

I writ to's Holiness. Nay, then farewel;
I have touch'd the highest point of all my Greatness,
And from tha full Meridian of my Glory,
Ihafte now to my Setting. I ball fall

Like a bright Exhalation in the Evening,

And no Man fee me more.

Enter to Wolley, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.

Nor. Hear the King's pleasure, Cardinal,
Who commands you

To render up the great Seal prefently
Into our hands, and to confine your felf
To After-house, my Lord of Winchester's,
'Till you hear further from his Highness.
Wol. Stay:

Where's your Commiffion, Lords? words cannot carry
Authority fo mighty.

Suf. Who dare cross 'em,

Bearing the King's Will from his Mouth exprefly?
Wol. 'Till I find more than will, or words to do it,
I mean your Malice, know, Officious Lords,

-Envy:

I dare, and muft deny it. Now I feel
Of what course Metal ye are molded
How eagerly ye follow my Difgrace,
As if it fed ye, and how fleek and wanton
Ye appear in every thing may bring my Ruin?
Follow your envious Courfes, Men of Malice;
You have a Chriftian warrant for 'em, and no doubt
In time will find their fit Rewards. That Seal
You ask with fuch a Violence, the King,

Mine, and your Mafter, with his own hand gave me :
Bad me enjoy it, with the Place, and Honours
During my life; and to confirm his goodness,
Ty'd it by Letters Patents. Now, who'll take it?
Sur. The King that gave it.

Wol. It must be himself then.

Sur. Thou art a proud Traitor, Prieft.
Wol. Proud Lord, thou lyeft:

Within these forty hours, Surrey durft better
Have burnt that Tongue, than faid fo.
Sur. Thy Ambition,

t

Thou fcarlet Sinner, robb'd this bewailing Land
Of noble Buckingham, my Father-in-Law:
The Heads of all thy Brother Cardinals,

With thee, and all thy beft parts bound together,
Weigh'd not a Hair of his. Plague of your Policy,
You fent me Deputy for Ireland,

Far from his fuccour; from the King, from all
That might have mercy on the fault, thou gav'ft him:
Whil'ft your great Goodness, out of holy Pity,
Abfolv'd him with an Axe.

Wol. This, and all elfe

This talking Lord can lay upon my Credit,
I answer, is moft falfe. The Duke by Law
Found his deferts. How innocent I was
From any private malice in his end,

His noble Jury, and foul Cause can witness.
If I lov'd many words, Lord, I should tell you,
You have as little Honefty, as Honour,
That in the way of Loyalty, and Truth
Toward the King, my ever Royal Master,
Dare mate a founder Man than Surrey can be,
And all that love his Follies.

Sur. By my Soul,

Your long Coat, Prieft, protects you,
Thou should't feel.

My Sword 'th' Life. Blood of thee elfe. My Lords.
Can ye endure to hear this Arrogance?

And from this Fellow? If we live thus tamely,

To be thus Jaded by a piece of Scarlet,

Farewel Nobility; let his Grace go forward,

And dare us with his Cap, like Larks.
Wol. All Goodness

Is poifon to thy Stomach.

Sur. Yes, that Goodness

Of gleaning all the Lands-wealth into one,

Into your own hands, Card'nal, by Extortion:

The goodness of your intercepted Packets

You writ to the Pope, against the King; your goodness,
Since you provoke me, fhall be most notorious.
My Lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,
As you refpect the common Good, the State
Of our defpis'd Nobility, our Iffues,
Who, if he live, will fcarce be Gentlemen,
Produce the grand fum of his Sins, the Articles

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