I fear he will, indeed. Well, let him have them; He will have all, I think.

Enter to the Lord Chamberlain 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 fad thoughts and troubles.

Nor. What's the caufe?

Cham. It feems the marriage with his brother's Has crept too near his confcience.

Suf. No, his confcience

Has crept too near another lady.
Nor. 'Tis fo:

[wife:

This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal! That blind prieft, like the eldeft fon of Fortune, Turns what he lifts.. The King will know him one day.

Suf. Pray God he do! he'll never know himself

elfe..

Nor. How holily he works in all his business, And with what zeal! for now he has crack'd the

league

"Tween us and th' Emperor, the Queen's great ne

phew.

He dives into the King's soul, and there scatters
Doubts, dangers, wringing of the confcience,
Fears and defpair, and all thefe for his marriage;
And out of all thefe, to restore the King,
He counfels a divorce; a loss of her

That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
About his neck, yet never loft her luftre;
Of her that loves him with that excellence,
That angels love good men with; even of her
That, when the greatest ftroke of fortune falls,
Will bless the King. And is not this courfe pious?
Cham. Heav'n keep me from fuch counsel! 'tis
moft true,

These news are every where; every tongue fpeaks 'em,

And ev'ry true heart weeps for't. All that dare
Look into these affairs fee his main end,

The French King's fifter. Heav'n will one day oper The King's eyes, that fo long have flept upon This bold bad man.

Suf. And free us from his flavery.

Nor. We had need pray, and heartily, for de- Or this imperious man will work us all [liv'rance } From princes into pages; all men's honours

Ly like one lump before him, to be falhion'd
Into what pitch he pleafe.

Suf. For me, my Lords,

I love him not, nor fear him, there's my creed.
As I am made without him, fo I'll stand,

If the King pleafe; his curfes and his bleffings
Touch me alike; they're breath I not believe in..
I knew him, and I know him; fo I leave him ›
To him that made him proud, the Pope.

Nor. Let's in,

And with fome other business put the King

From these fad thoughts that work too much upon -My Lord, you'll bear us company?

Cham. Excuse me,

[him..

The King hath sent me other-where; befides,
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him.
Health to your Lordships. [Exit Lord Chamberlain.
Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain..

SCENE IV.

The Scene draws, and difcovers the King fitting, and reading penfively.

Suf. How fad he looks! fure he is much afflicted. King. Who's there? ha!

Nor. Pray God he be not angry.

King. Who's there, I fay? how dare you thruft

Into my private meditations?

Who am I? ha!

[yourselves

Nor. A gracious King, that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant. Our breach of duty this way. Is bufinefs of eftate, in which we come

To know your royal pleasure.

King. Ye are too bold;

Go to; I'll make you know your times of business. Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha!

Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's legate, with a commiffion.

-O my

Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal?-
The quiet of my wounded confcience! [Wolfey,
Thou art a cure fit for a King. You're wel-
[To Campeius.
Most learned, reverend Sir, into our kingdom;
Ufe us and it. My good Lord, have great care
I be not found a talker.

come,

Wol. Sir, you cannot.

[To Wolfey.

I would your Grace would give us but an hour

Of private conf'rence.

King. We are bufy; go.

[To Norf. and Suff.

Nor. This prieft has no pride in him?

Suf. Not to fpeak of:

I would not be fo fick * though, for his place.

But this cannot continue.

Nor. If it do,

I'll venture one heave at him.

Suf. I another.

[Exeunt Norf. and Suff.

Wol. Your Grace has given a precedent of wifdon
Above all princes, in committing freely
Your fcruple to the voice of Christendom.

Who can be angry now? what envy reach you?
The Spaniard, ty'd by blood and favour to her,
Muft now confefs, if he have any goodness,
The trial juft and noble. All the clerks,

I mean the learned ones, in Chriftian kingdoms,
Have their free voices Rome, the nurse of judg-
Invited by your noble felf, hath fent
[ment,
One general tongue unto us; this good man,
This juft and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius;
Whom once more I prefent unto your Highness.
King. And once more in mine arms I bid him
welcome,

And thank the holy conclave for their loves;

That is, fo fick as he is proud. Johnson..

They've sent me fuch a man I would have wifh'd for.
Cam. Your Grace muft needs deferve all ftrangers'
You are so noble. To your Highness' hand [loves,
I tender my commission; by whose virtue,
The court of Rome commanding, you, my Lord
Cardinal of York, are join'd with me, their fervant,
In the impartial judging of this business.

King. Two equal men. The Queen shall be ac quainted

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 what

A woman of lefs place might ask by law,
Scholars allow'd freely to argue for her.

King. Ay, and the best she shall have; and my favour

To him that does best; God forbid elfe! Cardinal, Pr'ythee: call Gardiner to me, my new secretary I find him a fit fellow.

Cardinal goes out, and re-enters with Gardiner.

Wol. Give me your hand; much joy and favour to you;

You are the King's now.

Gard. But to be commanded

For ever by your Grace, whose hand has rais'd me.

King. Come hither, Gardiner.

[Walks and whispers. 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 furely.

Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread

Ev'n of yourself, Lord Cardinal.

Wol. How?' of me!

[then,

Cam. They will not stick to say you envy'd him; And fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous, Kept him a foreign man ftill, which so griev'd him, That he ran mad and dy'd.

Wol. Heav'n's peace be with him!

That's Chriftian care enough. For living mur

murers

There's places of rebuke. He was a fool;

For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,
If I command him, follows my appointinent;
I will have none fo near elfe. Learn this, brother,
We live not to be grip'd by meaner perfons.
King. Deliver this with modesty to th' Queen.
[Exit Gardiner.
The moft convenient place that I can think of,
For fuch receipt of learning, is Black-Friar's;
There ye fhall meet about this weighty business.
My Wolfey, fee it furnish'd. O my Lord,
Would it not grieve an able man to leave
So fweet a bedfellow? But confcience! confcience !
O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her.

[Exeunt.

An Antechamber of the Queen's Apartment.

Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady.

Anne. Not for that neither-here's the pang that
pinches.

His Highness having liv'd fo long with her, and fhe
So good a lady that no tongue could ever
Pronounce difhonour of her, (by my life,
She never knew harm-doing) oh, now after
So many courfes of the fun, enthron'd,

Still growing in a majefty and pomp,

The whith to leave's a thousand-fold more bitter Than fweet at first t'acquire; after this process,

To give her the avant! it is a pity

Would move a monster.

Old L. Hearts of moft hard temper Melt and lament for her.

Anne. In God's will, better

She ne'er had known pomp: though 't be temporal, Yet if that quarrel * Fortune, do divorce

* Quarrel, for quarrelier. Johnson.