For when the King once heard it, out of anger
He fent command to the Lord Mayor ftrait
To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues
That durft disperse it.

2 Gen. But that Nander, Sir,
Is found a 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 some about him near, have (out of malice
To the good Queen) poflers'd him with a scruple
That will undo her : to confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately,
As all think for this busines.

i Gen. 'Tis the Cardinal;
And meerly to revenge him on the Emperor,
For not bestowing on him, at his asking,
The Archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd.

2 Gen. I think you have hit the mark; but is't not cruel, That the inould feel the smart of this the Cardinal Will have his will, and the muft. fall.

1 Gen. 'Tis wofül, We are too open here to argue this : Let's think in private more.

(Exeunt:

SCENE III.
Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter.
Y lerd, the horses your lordship Sent for, with all

, , nishod. They were young and handsome, and of the best breed in the North, when they were ready to set out for London, a man of my lord Cardinal's, by commission and main power took 'em from me, with this reason ;. his master 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.
Cham. Good day to both your Grases,
Suf. How is the King employ'd ?

Cham. I left him private,
Full of sad thoughts and troubles.

Nor. What's the cause ?

Cham. It seems the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience.

Suf No, bis conscience
Has crept too near another lady.

Nor. 'Tis so;
This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal :
That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune
Turns what he lift. The King will know him one day.

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 'Tween us and th'Emperor, the Queen's great nephew : He dives into the King's soul, and there scatters Doubts, dangers, wringing of the conscience, Fears, and despair, and all these for his marriage ; And out of all these to restore the King, He counsels à divorce, a loss of her That like a jewel has hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her lustre; 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 course pious ? Cham. Heav'n keep me from such counsel! 'cis moft

true, These news are ev'ry where, ev'ry tongue fpeaks 'em, And ev'ry true heart weeps for't. All that dare Look into these affairs, sec his main end, The French King's fifter. Heaven will one day open The King's Eyes, that so long have slept upon This bold, bad man.

Suf.

Suf. And free us from his favery.

Nor. We had need pray, and heartily, for deliy'rance
Or this imperious man will work us all
From Princes into pages; all mens honours
Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion'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, so I'll stand,
If the King please : his curses and his blessings
Touch me alike; they're breath I not believe in
I knew him, and I know him ; so I leave him
To bim, that made him proud, the Pope.

Nor. Let's in ;
And with some other business, put the King
From these fad thoughts that work too much upon him
My lord, you'll bear us company?

Cham. Excuse me,
The King hath sent me other-where : besides
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him
Health to your lordships.

Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.
The Scene draws, and discovers the King sitting and

reading penfively. Suf. How sad he looks! sure he is much afflicted. King. Who's there? ha? Nor. Pray God he be not angry.

King. Who's there, I say? bow dare you thrust 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,
I's business of estate ; in which we come
To know your royal pleasure.

King. Ye are too bold ::
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of bufiness:
Is this an bour for temporal affairs ha?

[Exit Lord Chamberlain

your felves

Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legat,

with a Commission. Who's there ? my good Lord Cardinal? O my Wolfey, The quiet of my wounded conscience; Thou art a cure fit for the King. You're welcome, Most learned rey'rend 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 conf'rence.

King. We are busie; go.
Nor. This priest has no pride in him?

Suf. Not to speak of :
I would not be so sick 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 scruple to the voice of Christendom:
Who can be angry now? what envy reach you?
The Spaniard, tyd by blood and favour to her,
Must now confess, 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 self, hath sent
One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man,
This just and learned prieft, Cardinal Campeius,
Whom once more I present unto your Highness.

King. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves, They've sent me such a man I would have wilh'd for, Cam. Your Grace must needs deserve all ftrangers

loves, You are so noble: to your Highness' hand I tender my commission; by whose virtue,

(The (The court of Rome commanding) you, my lord Cardinal of York, are joind with me, their servant, In the impartial judging of this business.

King. Two equal men: the Queen shall be acquainted Forthwith for what you come,

Where's Gardiner ?
Wol. I know your Majesty has always lov'd her
So dear in heart, not to deny her what
A woman of less place might ask by law,
Scholars allow'd freely to argue for her.

King. Ay and the best, she Thall have: and my favour
To him that does beft, God forbid else. Cardinal,
Priythee 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, whose 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.
Camb. Was he not held a learned man?
Wol. Yes, surely.

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

Wol. How? of me?

Cam. They will not stick to say you envy'd him And fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign man ftill; which fo griey'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 elleLearn this, brother, We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons,

King