That for your Highness' good I ever labour'd King. 'Tis nobly spoken; Take notice lords, he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him open't. Read o'er this, And after this; and then to breakfast, with What appetite you may. [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolfey, the Ne bles throng after him whispering and smiling. SCENE IV. Wol. What fhould this mean? • What fudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it 'He parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes. So looks the chafed lion Upon the daring huntfman that has gall'd him, Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper :: I fear, the story of his anger- 'tis fo. This paper has undone me 'tis th' account Of all that world of wealth I've drawn together And And from that full meridian of my glory, 1 hafte now to my fetting. I fhall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening,, And no man fee me more. SCENE V. Enter to Wolfey, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain. Nor, Hear the King's pleasure, Cardinal, who com To render up the great feal prefently Where's your commiffion, lords? words cannot carry Suf. Who dare cross 'em, Bearing the King's will from his mouth exprefly? I dare, and muft deny it. Now I feel Wol. It must be himself then. Sur. Thou'rt a proud traitor, priest. Wol. Proud lord, thou lieft: Within these forty hours Surrey durft better gave me Have Have burnt that tongue, than said so. Sur. Thy ambition, Thou fcarlet fin, robb'd this bewailing land With thee and all thy beft parts bound together, Far from his fuccour; from the King, from all Wol. This, and all else This talking lord can lay upon my credit, His noble jury and foul caufe can witnefs. That in the way of loyalty and truth Toward the King, my ever royal master, Sur. By my foul, Your long coat, prieft, protects you, thou fhould'ft feel My fword i'th life-blood of thee elfe. My lords, Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ? And from this fellow if we live thus tamely, To be thus jaded by a piece of fcarlet, Farewel nobility, let his grace go forward, Is poifon to thy ftomach. Sur. Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the lands-wealth into one, Into your own hands, Card'nal, by extortion: You writ to th' Pope, against the King; your goodnefe, Since you provoke me, fhall be most notorious. My My lord of Norfolk, as you're truly noble, Who, if he live, will fcarce be gentlemen, Worfe than the scaring bell, when the brown wench Wol. How much methinks I could despise this man, But that I'm bound in charity against it. Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in th' King's hand : But thus much, they are foul ones. Wol. So much fairer And spotlefs fhall mine innocence arise, Sur. This cannot fave you : I thank my memory, I yet remember Wol. Speak on, Sir, I dare your worst objections: if I blush, you : head; have as First, that without the King's affent or knowledge: Nor. Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else To foreign Princes, Ego Rex meus Was ftill infcrib'd; in which you brought the King To be your fervant. Suf. That without the knowledge Either of King or council, when you went. Sur. Item, You fent a large commission To Gregory de Caffalis, to conclude, Without the King's will or the State's allowance,. Sufor Suf. That out of meer ambition, you have made Your holy hat be stampt on the King's coin. Sur. That you have fent innumerable fubftance (By what means got I leave to your own conscience) To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways You have for dignities, to th' meer undoing Of all the kingdom. Many more there are, Which fince they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my mouth with. Cham. my lord, Prefs not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue : Sur. I forgive him. Suf. Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleasure is, That therefore fuch a writ be fued against you, Out of the King's protection. This is my charge. The King fhall know it, and no doubt fhall thank you, So fare you well, my little good lord Cardinal. [Exeunt all but Wolfey SCENE. VI. Wol. So, farewel to the little good you bear mej And |