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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,
2 Gen. I think you have hit the mark, but is't not cruel, That the fhould feel the fiart 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.
M2 ridden, and furY lord, the borfes your lordship fent for, with all nish'd. 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 commiffion and main power took 'em from me, with this reafon 3 his mafter would be ferv'd before a fubject, 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.
Full of fad thoughts and troubles.
Cham. It seems the marriage with his brother's wife
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 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
If the King please: his curfes and his bleffings
Nor. Let's in;
And with fome other bufinefs, put the King
Cham. Excufe me,
The King hath fent me other-where: befides
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?
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 bufinefs
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,
Ufe us, and it; my good lord, have great care
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 Wol. Your Grace has giv'n a precedent of wisdom Above all Princes, in committing freely Your fcruple to the voice of Christendom: 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 tryal juft and noble. All the clerks, I mean the learned ones in chriftian kingdoms, Have their free voices. Rome, the nurfe of judgment, Invited by your noble self, hath fent One gen'ral 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,
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 business.
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 what A woman of lefs place might ask by law, Scholars allow'd freely to argue for her.
King. Ay and the beft, fhe fhall have: and my favour To him that does beft, God forbid elfe. Cardinal, Pr'ythee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary, I find him a fit fellow.
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?
Wol. Yes, furely.
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 ftick to fay you envy'd him And fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous, Kept him a foreign man still; 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,