An Antechamber in the Palace. |
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Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter. |
Cham. My lord, the horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished. They were young and handsome, and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my Lord Cardinal's, by commission and main power, took them from me; with this reason: His master would be served before a subject, if not before the king; which stopped our mouths, sir. |
I fear he will indeed. Well, let him have them: |
He will have all, I think. |
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Enter the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. |
Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain. |
Cham. Good day to both your Graces. |
Suf. How is the king employ'd? |
Cham. I left him private, |
Full of sad thoughts and troubles. |
Nor. What's the cause? |
Cham. It seems the marriage with his brother's wife |
Has crept too near his conscience. |
Suf. No; his conscience. |
Has crept too near another lady. |
Nor. 'Tis so: |
This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal: |
That blind priest, like the eldest son of Fortune, |
Turns what he list. The king will know him one day. |
Suf. Pray God he do! he'll never know himself else. |
Nor. How holily he works in all his business, |
And with what zeal! for, now he has crack'd the league |
Between us and the emperor, the queen's great nephew, |
He dives into the king's soul, and there scatters |
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience, |
Fears, and despairs; and all these for his marriage: |
And out of all these, to restore the king, |
He counsels a divorce; a loss of her, |
That like a jewel has hung twenty years |
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre; |
Of her, that loves him with that excellence |
That angels love good men with; even of her, |
That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls, |
Will bless the king: and is not this course pious? |
Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis most true |
These news are every where; every tongue speaks 'em, |
And every true heart weeps for 't. All that dare |
Look into these affairs, see this main end, |
The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open |
The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon |
This bold bad man. |
Suf. And free us from his slavery. |
Nor. We had need pray, |
And heartily, for our deliverance; |
Or this imperious man will work us all |
From princes into pages. All men's 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. |
As I am made without him, so I'll stand, |
If the king please; his curses and his blessings |
Touch me alike, they're breath I not believe in. |
I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him |
To him that made him proud, the pope. |
Nor. Let's in; |
And with some other business put the king |
From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon him. |
My lord, you'll bear us company? |
Cham. Excuse me; |
The king hath sent me otherwhere: besides, |
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him: |
Health to your lordships. |
Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. |
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NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The KING is discovered sitting and reading pensively. |
Suf. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted. |
K. Hen. Who is there, ha? |
Nor. Pray God he be not angry. |
K. Hen. Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves |
Into my private meditations? |
Who am I, ha? |
Nor. A gracious king that pardons all offences |
Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty this way |
Is business of estate; in which we come |
To know your royal pleasure. |
K. Hen. Ye are too bold. |
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: |
Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha? |
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Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. |
Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal? O! my Wolsey, |
The quiet of my wounded conscience; |
Thou art a cure fit for a king. [To CAMPEIUS.] You're welcome, |
Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom: |
Use us, and it. [To WOLSEY.] My good lord, have great care |
I be not found a talker. |
Wol. Sir, you cannot. |
I would your Grace would give us but an hour |
Of private conference. |
K. Hen. [To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK.] We are busy: go. |
Nor. [Aside to SUFFOLK.] This priest has no pride in him! |
Suf. [Aside to NORFOLK.] Not to speak of; |
I would not be so sick though for his place: |
But this cannot continue. |
Nor. [Aside to SUFFOLK.] If it do, |
I'll venture one have-at-him. |
Suf. [Aside to NORFOLK.] I another. [Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. |
Wol. Your Grace has given a precedent of wisdom |
Above all princes, in committing freely |
Your scruple to the voice of Christendom. |
Who can be angry now? what envy reach you? |
The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her, |
Must now confess, if they have any goodness, |
The trial just and noble. All the clerks, |
I mean the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms |
Have their free voices: Rome, the nurse of judgment, |
Invited by your noble self, hath sent |
One general tongue unto us, this good man, |
This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius; |
Whom once more I present unto your highness. |
K. Hen. And once more in my arms I bid him welcome, |
And thank the holy conclave for their loves: |
They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd for. |
Cam. Your Grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, |
You are so noble. To your highness' hand |
I tender my commission, by whose virtue,— |
The court of Rome commanding,—you, my Lord |
Cardinal of York, are join'd with me, their servant, |
In the impartial judging of this business. |
K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted |
Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner? |
Wol. I know your majesty has always lov'd her |
So dear in heart, not to deny her that |
A woman of less place might ask by law, |
Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her. |
K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my favour |
To him that does best: God forbid else. Cardinal, |
Prithee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary: |
I find him a fit fellow. [Exit WOLSEY. |
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Re-enter WOLSEY, with GARDINER. |
Wol. [Aside to GARDINER.] Give me your hand; much joy and favour to you; |
You are the king's now. |
Gard. [Aside to WOLSEY.] But to be commanded |
For ever by your Grace, whose hand has rais'd me. |
K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. [They converse apart. |
Cam. My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace |
In this man's place before him? |
Wol. Yes, he was. |
Cam. Was he not held a learned man? |
Wol. Yes, surely. |
Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then |
Even of yourself, Lord Cardinal. |
Wol. How! of me? |
Cam. They will not stick to say, you envied him, |
And fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, |
Kept him a foreign man still; which so griev'd him |
That he ran mad and died. |
Wol. Heaven's peace be with him! |
That's Christian care enough: for living murmurers |
There's places of rebuke. He was a fool, |
For he would needs be virtuous: that good fellow, |
If I command him, follows my appointment: |
I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother, |
We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. |
K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen. [Exit GARDINER. |
The most convenient place that I can think of |
For such receipt of learning, is Black-Friars; |
There ye shall meet about this weighty business. |
My Wolsey, see it furnish'd. O my lord! |
Would it not grieve an able man to leave |
So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience! |
O! 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [Exeunt. |
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