What appetite you have. [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey: the Nobles throng after him, smiling and whispering. Wol. What should this mean? What sudden anger 's this? how have I reap'd it? Leap'd from his eyes: so looks the chafed lion A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune, Will bring me off again. What's this?—To the pope?' The letter, as I live, with all the business Re-enter DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, and LORD CHAMBERlain. Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal; who commands you To render up the great seal presently Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly? Wol. Till I find more than will or words to do it, (I mean, your malice) know, officious lords, I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton appear in every thing may bring my ruin! Follow your envious courses, men of malice; You have christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, In time will find their fit rewards. That seal, You ask with such a violence, the king (Mine and your master) with his own hand gave me: At Esher, in Surrey. Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honors, During my life; and, to confirm his goodness, Tied 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, priest. Proud lord, thou liest : Wol. Thy ambition, Sur. Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law. The heads of all thy brother cardinals, With thee, and all thy best parts bound together, Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy! You sent me deputy for Ireland; Far from his succor, from the king, from all That might have mercy on the fault thou gavest him; Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, Absolved him with an axe. Wol. This, and all else This talking lord can lay upon my credit, His noble jury and foul cause can witness. That I, in the way of loyalty and truth Toward the king, my ever-royal master, |