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For when the King once heard it, out of anger
2 Gen. But that flander, Sir,
Is found a truth now; for it grows again
1 Gen. 'Tis the Cardinal;
And meerly to revenge him on the Emperor,
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 fhould feel the finart of this? the Cardinal Will have his will, and the muft. fall.
1 Gen. 'Tis woful,
We are too open here to argue this :
Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter.
Y lord, the horses your lordship fent for, with all the care I had 1 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 fet out for London, a man of my lord Cardinal's, by commiffion and main power took 'em from me, with this reafon 3his master would be ferv'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
Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.
Cham. I left him private,
Full of fad thoughts and troubles.
Nor. What's the cause?
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.
This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal:
These news are ev'ry where, ev'ry tongue speaks 'em,
The French King's fifter. Heaven will one day open
Suf. And free us from his flavery.
Nor. We had need pray, and heartily, for deliv'rance. Or this imperious man will work us all
From Princes into pages; all mens honours
Suf. For me, my lords,
I love him not, nor fear.him, there's my creed
If the King please: his curfes and his bleffings
And with fome other bufinefs, put the King
Cham. Excufe me,
The King hath fent me other-where: befides
[Exit Lord Chamberlain
Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.
The Scene draws, and difcovers 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 felves
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 eftate; in which we come
To know your royal pleasure.
King. Ye are too bold:
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of bufinefs a
Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legat,
Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal? O my Wolfey,
Thou art a cure fit for the King. You're welcome,
Wol. Sir, you cannot:
I would your Grace would give us but an hour
King. We are bufie; go.
Nor. This priest has no pride in him?
I would not be fo fick though, for his place:
Nor. If it do,
I'll venture one heave at him.
Suf. I another.
[Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk
I mean the learned ones in chriftian kingdoms,
One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man,
King. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,
You are fo noble: to your Highness' hand
(The court of Rome commanding) you, my lord Cardinal of York, are join'd with me, their fervant, In the impartial judging of this bufinefs.
King. Two equal men: the Queen fhall be acquainted
A woman of lefs place might ask by law,
King. Ay and the beft, fhe fhall have: and my favour
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.
Camb. Was he not held a learned man?
Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Ev'n of your felf, lord Cardinal.
Wol. How? of me?
Cam. They will not stick to say you envy'd him And fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous, Kept him a foreign man ftill; which fo griev'd him; That he ran mad and dy'd.
Wol, Heav'n's peace be with him! ́
That's chriftian care enough for living murmurers,
For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,