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For when the King once heard it, out of anger
2 Gen. But that flander, Sir,
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 fmart of this? the Cardinal Will have his will, and fhe muft fall.
1 Gen. 'Tis woful,
We are too open here to argue this:
Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter.
with all 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 commission and main power took 'em from me, with this reafon; 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:
Cham. Heav'n keep me from fuch counsel! 'tis most
These news are ev'ry where, ev'ry tongue fpeaks 'em,
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
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 thruft 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 bufinefs 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 business
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.
[Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk
One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man,
King. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves, They've fent me fuch a man I would have wifh'd for. Cam. Your Grace muft needs deferve all strangers loves, You are fo noble: to your Highness" hand tender my commiffion; by whofe virtue,
(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 loy'd her
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, 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, furely.
Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion fpread 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 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,