A creature of the Queen's, lady Anne Bullen. Sur. Has the King this? Suf. Believe it. Sur. Will this work? Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coafts And hedges his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder; and he brings his phyfick After his patient's death, the King already Hath married the fair lady. Sur. Would he had! Suf. May you be happy in your wifh, my lord, For I profefs you have it. Sur. Now all joy Trace the conjunction. Suf. There's order given for her coronation In mind and feature. I perfuade me from her Sur. But will the King Digeft this letter of the Cardinal's? The lord forbid. Nor. Marry, Amen. Suf. No, no: There be more wafps that buz about his nose, Is ftol'n away to Rome, has ta’en no leave, Hath left the cause to th' King unhandled, and Is pofted as the agent of our Cardinal, To fecond all his plot. I do affure you, Cham. Now God incenfe him; And let him cry ha, louder. Nor. But, my lord, When returns Cranmer ? Suf. He is return'd with his opinions, which Have 1 Have fatisfy'd the King for his divorce, Shall be call'd Queen, but Princefs dowager, Nor. This fame Cranmer's A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain Suf. He has, and we fhall fee him Nor. So I hear. Suf: 'Tis fo. Enter Wolfey and Cromwell. The Cardinal. Nor. Obferve, obferve, he's moody. Wol. The packet, Cromwell, Gave it you the King? Crom. To his own hand, in's bed-chamber.' He did unfeal them, and the first he view'd, Wol. Is he ready to come abroad? Wol. Leave me a while. It shall be to the Dutchefs of Alenson, Exit Cromwell. [Afide. The French King's fifter he fhall marry her. To hear from Rome-the marchioness of Pembrook! · Suf. May be he hears the King Does whet his anger to him. Sur. Sharp enough, C 4 Lord Lord for thy juftice! Wol. [Afide.] The late Queen's gentlewoman! a Knight's daughter! To be her miftrefs's miftrefs! the Queen's Queen!- A fpleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to Nor. He's vex'd at fomething. SCENE III. Enter King reading of a schedule. Sur. I would 'twere fomething that would fret the ftring The mafter-cord of's heart: Suf. The King, the King. King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! what expence by th' hour Seems to flow from him! how i'th' name of thrift Does he rake this together! Now, my lords, Saw you the Cardinal ? Nor. My lord, we have Stood here obferving him. Some ftrange commotion King. It may well be, There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning As I requir'd; and wot you what I found There There, on my confcience put unwittingly? Nor. It's heav'ns will, Some fpirit put this paper in the packet, King. If we did think His contemplations were above the earth, His thinkings are below the moon, nor worth [He takes his feat, whispers Lovell, who goes to Wolfey, Wol. Heav'n forgive me. Ever God bless your Highness King. Good my Lord, You are full of heavenly ftuff, and bear the inventory. You were now running o'er; you have scarce-time For holy offices I have a time; A time to think upon the part of bufinefs King. You have faid well, Wol. And ever may your Highness yoke together, As I will lend you caufe, my doing well With my well faying, King. 'Tis well faid again, And is a kind of good deed to fay well. And yet words are no deeds. My father lovd you, He C 5 He faid he did, and with this deed did crown My bounties upon you. Wol. What fhould this mean? Sur. The lord increase this business. King. Have I not made you The prime man of the ftate? I pray you tell me, If you are bound to us, or no? what say you? End's have been fuch that evermore they pointed Can nothing render but allegiant thanks, King. Fairly answer'd : A loyal and obedient subject is Therein illuftrated; the honour of it The foulnefs is the punishment. I prefume That as my hand has open'd bounty to you, My heart dropp'd love, my pow'r rain'd honour, more Wol. I profefs, That |