London. An Antechamber in the KING'S Palace. |
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Enter the ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY and the BISHOP OF ELY. |
Cant. My lord, I'll tell you; that self bill is urg'd, |
Which in th' eleventh year of the last king's reign |
Was like, and had indeed against us pass'd, |
But that the scambling and unquiet time |
Did push it out of further question. |
Ely. But how, my lord, shall we resist it now? |
Cant. It must be thought on. If it pass against us, |
We lose the better half of our possession; |
For all the temporal lands which men devout |
By testament have given to the church |
Would they strip from us; being valu'd thus: |
As much as would maintain, to the king's honour, |
Full fifteen earls and fifteen hundred knights, |
Six thousand and two hundred good esquires; |
And, to relief of lazars and weak age, |
Of indigent faint souls past corporal toil, |
A hundred almshouses right well supplied; |
And to the coffers of the king beside, |
A thousand pounds by the year. Thus runs the bill. |
Ely. This would drink deep. |
Cant. 'Twould drink the cup and all. |
Ely. But what prevention? |
Cant. The king is full of grace and fair regard. |
Ely. And a true lover of the holy church. |
Cant. The courses of his youth promis'd it not. |
The breath no sooner left his father's body |
But that his wildness, mortified in him, |
Seem'd to die too; yea, at that very moment, |
Consideration like an angel came, |
And whipp'd the offending Adam out of him, |
Leaving his body as a paradise, |
To envelop and contain celestial spirits. |
Never was such a sudden scholar made; |
Never came reformation in a flood, |
With such a heady currance, scouring faults; |
Nor never Hydra-headed wilfulness |
So soon did lose his seat and all at once |
As in this king. |
Ely. We are blessed in the change. |
Cant. Hear him but reason in divinity, |
And, all-admiring, with an inward wish |
You would desire the king were made a prelate: |
Hear him debate of commonwealth affairs, |
You would say it hath been all in all his study: |
List his discourse of war, and you shall hear |
A fearful battle render'd you in music: |
Turn him to any cause of policy, |
The Gordian knot of it he will unloose, |
Familiar as his garter; that, when he speaks, |
The air, a charter'd libertine, is still, |
And the mute wonder lurketh in men's ears, |
To steal his sweet and honey'd sentences; |
So that the art and practic part of life |
Must be the mistress to this theoric: |
Which is a wonder how his Grace should glean it, |
Since his addiction was to courses vain; |
His companies unletter'd, rude, and shallow; |
His hours fill'd up with riots, banquets, sports; |
And never noted in him any study, |
Any retirement, any sequestration |
From open haunts and popularity. |
Ely. The strawberry grows underneath the nettle, |
And wholesome berries thrive and ripen best |
Neighbour'd by fruit of baser quality: |
And so the prince obscur'd his contemplation |
Under the veil of wildness; which, no doubt, |
Grew like the summer grass, fastest by night, |
Unseen, yet crescive in his faculty. |
Cant. It must be so; for miracles are ceas'd; |
And therefore we must needs admit the means |
How things are perfected. |
Ely. But, my good lord, |
How now for mitigation of this bill |
Urg'd by the commons? Doth his majesty |
Incline to it, or no? |
Cant. He seems indifferent, |
Or rather swaying more upon our part |
Than cherishing the exhibiters against us; |
For I have made an offer to his majesty, |
Upon our spiritual convocation, |
And in regard of causes now in hand, |
Which I have open'd to his Grace at large, |
As touching France, to give a greater sum |
Than ever at one time the clergy yet |
Did to his predecessors part withal. |
Ely. How did this offer seem receiv'd, my lord? |
Cant. With good acceptance of his majesty; |
Save that there was not time enough to hear,— |
As I perceiv'd his Grace would fain have done,— |
The severals and unhidden passages |
Of his true titles to some certain dukedoms, |
And generally to the crown and seat of France, |
Deriv'd from Edward, his great-grandfather. |
Ely. What was the impediment that broke this off? |
Cant. The French ambassador upon that instant |
Crav'd audience; and the hour I think is come |
To give him hearing: is it four o'clock? |
Ely. It is. |
Cant. Then go we in to know his embassy; |
Which I could with a ready guess declare |
Before the Frenchman speak a word of it. |
Ely. I'll wait upon you, and I long to hear it. [Exeunt. |
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