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.

O, fear him not;

Nor.
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.

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?

contrary proceedings,—] Private practices opposite to his publick procedure.

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 physick After his patient's death; the king already Hath married the fair lady.

All men's.

Suf. There's order given for her coronation!
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 memoriz❜d."

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 cry'd, ha! at this.

Cham.

And let him cry, ha, louder!

Now, God incense him,

› Trace the conjunction!] To trace, is to follow.

• In it be memoriz'd.] To memorize is to make memorable.

Nor.

When returns Cranmer?

But, my lord,

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
Shall be call'd, queen; but princess dowager,
And widow to prince Arthur.

Nor.

This same Cranmer's

A worthy fellow, and has ta'en much pain

In the king's business.

Suf.

For it, an archbishop.

Nor.

Suf.

The cardinal

He has; and we shall see him

So I hear.

'Tis so.

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 bedchamber.
Wol. Look'd he o'the inside of the paper?

Crom.

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.

Wol.

To come abroad?

Is he ready

Presently

7 He is return'd, in his opinions;] Cranmer, says Suffolk, is returned in his opinions, i. e. with the same sentiments which he entertained before he went abroad, whieh (sentiments) have satisfied the king, together with all the famous colleges referred to on the occasion - Or perhaps the passage (as Mr. Tyrwhitt observes) may mean He is return'd in effect, having sent his opinions, i. e. the opinions of divines, &c. collected by him,

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

To hear from Rome. The marchioness of Pembroke! Nor. He's discontented.

Lord, for thy justice!

May be, he hears the king

Sharp enough,

Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's daughter,

To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!

This candle burns not clear; 'tis I must snuff it;
Then, out it goes.- What though I know her virtuous,
And well deserving? yet I know her for

A spleeny Lutheran; and not wholesome to
Our cause, that she should lie i'the bosom of
Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up
An heretick, an arch one, Cranmer; one
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,

And is his oracle.

Nor.

He is vex'd at something.

Suf. I would, 'twere something that would fret the

string,

The master-cord of his heart!

Enter the King, reading a Schedule; and LovELL. Suf.

The king, the king. K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! and what expence by the hour Seems to flow from him! How, i'the name of thrift, Does he rake this together! Now, my lords; Saw you the cardinal?

Nor.

My lord, we have

Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion
Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts;
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Then, lays his finger on his temple; straight,
Springs out into fast gait; then, stops again,
Strikes his breast hard; and anon, he casts
His eye against the moon: in most strange postures
We have seen him set himself.

K. Hen.
It may well be;
There is a mutiny in his mind. This morning
Papers of state he sent me to peruse,
As I requir'd; And, wot you, what I found
There; on my conscience, put unwittingly?
Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,
The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,
Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household; which
I find at such proud rate, that it out-speaks
Possession of a subject.

Nor.

It's heaven's will;

Some spirit put this paper in the packet,
To bless your eye withal.

K. Hen.

If we did think
His contemplation were above the earth,
And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still
Dwell in his musings: but, I am afraid,
His thinkings are below the moon, not worth
His serious considering.

Wol.

[He takes his seat, and whispers LOVELL, who goes to WOLSEY.

Ever God bless your highness!

K. Hen.

Heaven forgive me!

Good my lord,

You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory

Of your best graces in your mind; the which

You were now running o'er; you have scarce time
To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span,

To keep your earthly audit: Sure, in that