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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 coats 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 njarried the fair lady.

Sur. Would he had!

Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord, For I profess you have it.

Sur. Now all joy
Trace the conjunction,

Suf. My Amen to't.
Nor. All men's.

Suf. There's order given for her coronation :
Marry this is but young, and may be left
To some ears unresounted. But, my lords,
She is a gəllant creature, and compleat
la mind and feature. I persuade me from her
Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.

Sur. But will the King
Digest this letter of the Cardinal's ?
The lord forbid.

Nor. Marry, Amen.
- Suf. No, no:
There be more wasps that buz about his nose,
Will make this sting thee sooner. Cardinal Campeius
Is ftol'n away to Rome, has ta'en no leave,
Hath left the cause to th’ King unhandled, and
Is posted as the agent

of our Cardinal, To second all his plot. I do assure you, The King cry'd ha! at this.

Cham. Now God incense him;
And let him cry ha, louder.

Nor. But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer ?
Suf. He is return'd with his opinions, which


Have satisfy'd the King for his divorce,
Gather'd from all the famous colleges
Almoft in Christendom ; soon, I believe,
His second Marriage shall be publish'd, and
Her coronation. Katarine no more
Shall be callid Queen, but Princess dowager,
A widow to Prince Arthur.

Nor. This same Cranmer's
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
In the King's business.

Suf. He has, and we shall see him
For it an Archbishop.

Nor. So I hear.
Suf: 'Tis fo.

Enter Wolley and Cromwell.
The Cardinal.

Nor. Observe, observe, he's moody.
Wol. The packet, Cromwell,

i Gave it you the King?

Crom. To his own hand, in's bed-chamber.
Wol. Look'd he o'ch' inside of the Paper ?

Crom. Prefently
He did unseal them, and the first he view'd,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed
Was in his countenance. You he bad
Attend him here this morning,

Wol. Is he ready to come abroad?
Crom. I think by this he is.
Wol. Leave me a while,

Exit Cromwell.
It shall be to the Dutchess of Alenfon, [ Aside.
The French King's lifter he shall marry her.
Anne Builen! -no, I'll no Anne Bullens for him,
There's more in't than fair visage- -Bullon !
No, we'll no Bullens ! fpeedily I wish
To hear from Rome the marchioness of Pembrook !

Nor. He's discontented.

Suf. May be he hears the King
Does whet his anger to him.
Sur. Sharp enough,



Lord for thy juftice!

Wol. [ Aside.] The late Queen's gentlewoman! a
Knight's daughter!
To be her mistress's mistress! the Queen's Queen!
This candle burns not clear, 'is I must snuff it,
Then out it goes-- what though I know her virtuous
And well-deserving ? yet I know her for
A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to
Our cause! that she should lye i'th' bosome of
Our bard-rul'd King! again, there is sprung up
An heretick, an arch one ; Cranmer, one
Hath crawlid into the favour of the King,
And is his oracle,
Nor. He's vex'd at something.

Enter King reading of a schedule.
Sur. I would 'swere something that would fret the

The matter.cord of's heart:

Suf. The King, the King.

King. What piles of wealth hach he accumulated To his own portion ! what expence by th' hour Seems to flow from hiin! how i'ch' name of thrife Does he rake this together! Now, my lords, Saw you the Cardinal?

Nor, My lord, we have
Stood here observing him. Some strange commotion
Is in his brain; he bites his lips and starts,
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Then lays his finger on his temple; fratt
Springs out into fast gate, then stops again,
Strikes his breast hard, and then anon he cafts
His eye against the moon, in moft ftrange poftures
We've seen him set himself.

King. It may well be,
There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning
Papers of state he sent me to peruse,
As I requir'd; and wot you what I found



There, on my conscience put unwittingly?
Forfooth an inventory, thus importing
The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,
Rich stuffs and ornaments of houshold, which
I find at such a proud rate, it out-Speaks
Poffeffion of a subject.

Nor. It's heav'ns will,
Some spirit put this paper in the packet,
To bless your eye withál.

King. If we did think
His contemplations were above the earth,
And fix'd on spiritual objects, he should ftill
Dwell in his musings; but I am afraid
His thinkings are below the moon, nor worth
His serious considering.
(He takes his feat, whispers Lovell, who goes to Wolsey.

Wol. Heav'n forgive me Ever God bless your Highness

King. Good my Lord,
You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory.
of your best graces in your mind; the which
You were now running o'er ; you have scarce-time
To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span
To keep your earthly audit; fure in that
I deem you an ill husband, and am glad
To have you therein my companions

Wol. Sir,
For boly offices I have a time;
A time to think upon the part of business
I bear i'th' ftate; and nature does' requires
Her times of preservation, which perforce
I her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,,
Must give my tendance to.

King. You have said well,

Wol. And ever may your Highness yoke together;
As I will lend you caule, my doing well
With my well saying,

King. 'Tis well faid again,
And 'ois a kind of good deed to say well

. And yet words are no deeds. My father lov d you


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* He faid he did, and with this deed did crown
His word upon you. Since I had my office
I've kept you next my heart, have not alone
Imploy'd you where high profits might come home,
But par'd my present havings to bestow
My bounties upon you..
Wol. What thould this mean?
Sur. The lord increase this business. (Asiden
King. Have I not made you
The prime man of the state ? I pray you tell me,
If what I now pronounce you have found true :
And if you may confess it, say withal
If you are bound to us, or no? what say you ?

Wol. My Sovereign, I confess your royal graces
Showr'd on me daily have been more than could
My studied purposes require, which went
Beyond all man's endeavours. My endeavours:
Have ever come too short of my, desires,
Yet filled with my abilities, mine own
End's have been such that evermore they pointed
To the good of your most facred person, and
The profit of the state :: For your great graces
Heap'd upon me, poor undesérver, I
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks,
My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty,
Which ever has, and ever shall be growings.
'Till death, that winter, kill it.

King. Fairly answer'd :
A loyal and obedient subject is
Therein illustrated; the honour of it
Does pay the act of it, i'th' contrary
The fousness is the punishment. I presume-
That as my hand has opend bounty to you,
My heart dropp'd love, my pow'r rain'd honour, more


hand and heart,
Your brain, and every function of your power,
Ŝhould, notwithstanding that your bond of duty
As 'twere in love's particular, be more
To me, your friend, than any..
Wol. I profess,


On you,

than any;

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