1036I fear he will indeed; well, let him have them; he

1037will have all, I think.

Well met, my lord Chamberlain.

Good day to both your graces.

How is the king employed?

I left him private, 1044full of sad thoughts and troubles.

What's the cause?

It seems the marriage with his brother's wife 1047Has crept too near his conscience.

No, his Conscience

1049Ha's crept too neere another Ladie.

Tis so;

1051This is the Cardinals doing: The King-Cardinall,

1052That blinde Priest, like the eldest Sonne of Fortune,

1053Turnes what he list. The King will know him one day.

Pray God he do.

1055He'll never know himself else.

How holily he works in all his business,

2.2.121057And with what zeal? For now he has cracked the league

2.2.131058Between us and the emperor (the queen's great-nephew).

2.2.141059He dives into the king's soul and there scatters

2.2.151060Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,

2.2.161061Fears and despairs, and all these for his marriage.

2.2.171062And out of all these, to restore the king,

2.2.181063He counsels a divorce, a loss of her

2.2.191064That like a jewel has hung twenty years

2.2.201065About his neck, yet never lost her luster;

2.2.211066Of her that loves him with that excellence

2.2.221067That angels love good men with. Even of her,

2.2.231068That when the greatest stroke of fortune falls

2.2.241069Will bless the king. And is not this course pious?

Heaven keep me from such counsel; 'tis most true.

2.2.261071These news are everywhere; every tongue speaks 'em,

2.2.271072And every true heart weeps for't. All that dare

2.2.281073Look into these affairs see this main end:

2.2.291074The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open

2.2.301075The king's eyes that so long have slept upon

2.2.311076This bold, bad man.

And free us from his slavery.

We had need pray,

2.2.341079And heartily, for our deliverance,

2.2.351080Or this imperious man will work us all

2.2.361081From princes into pages. All men's honors

2.2.371082Lie like one lump before him, to be fashioned

2.2.381083Into what pitch he please.

For me, my lords,

2.2.401085I love him not nor fear him: there's my creed.

2.2.411086As I am made without him, so I'll stand,

2.2.421087If the King please. His curses and his blessings

2.2.431088Touch me alike; they're breath I not believe in.

2.2.441089I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him

2.2.451090To him that made him proud, the pope.

Let's in,

2.2.471092And with some other business put the king

2.2.481093From these sad thoughts that work too much upon him.

2.2.491094My lord, you'll bear us company?

Excuse me,

2.2.511096the king has sent me otherwhere. Besides

2.2.521097You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him.

2.2.531098Health to your lordships.

Thanks, my good lord Chamberlaine.

How sad he looks; sure he is much afflicted.

Who's there? Ha?

Pray God he be not angry.

Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves

1106Into my private meditations!

1107Who am I? Ha?

A gracious King, that pardons all offences

2.2.601109Malice ne'er meant. Our breach of duty this way

2.2.611110Is business of estate, in which we come

2.2.621111To know your royal pleasure.

Ye are too bold.

2.2.641113Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business.

2.2.651114Is this an hour for temporal affairs? Ha?

2.2.661116Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O, my Wolsey,

2.2.671117The quiet of my wounded conscience;

2.2.681118Thou art a cure fit for a king. you're welcome,

2.2.691119Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom;

2.2.701120Use us, and it. My good lord, have great care

2.2.711121I be not found a talker.

Sir, you cannot;

2.2.731123I would your grace would give us but an hour

2.2.741124Of private conference.

We are busy; go.

This priest has no pride in him.

Not to speake of.

2.2.781128I would not be so sick, though, for his place.

2.2.791129But this cannot continue.

2.2.81If it do

2.2.82I'll venture one have at him.

I another.

Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom

2.2.851134Above all princes, in committing freely

2.2.861135Your scruple to the voice of Christendom.

2.2.871136Who can be angry now? What envy reach you?

2.2.881137The Spaniard tied by blood and favor to her

2.2.891138Must now confess, if they have any goodness,

2.2.901139The trial, just and noble. All the clerks

2.2.911140(I mean the learned ones in Christian kingdoms)

2.2.921141Have their free voices. Rome, the nurse of judgement

2.2.931142Invited by your noble self, hath sent

2.2.941143One general tongue unto us: this good man,

2.2.951144This just and learned priest Cardinal Campeius,

2.2.961145Whom once more I present unto your highness.

AAnd once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,

2.2.981147And thank the holy conclave for their loves;

2.2.991148They have sent me such a man I would have wished for.

Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves,

2.2.1011150You are so noble. To your highness' hand

2.2.1021151I tender my commission, by whose virtue

2.2.1031152The court of Rome commanding. You, my Lord

2.2.1041153Cardinal of York, are joined with me, their servant

2.2.1051154In the unpartial judging of this business.

Two equal men; the queen shall be acquainted

2.2.1071156Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?

I know your majesty has always loved her

2.2.1091158So dear in heart not to deny her that

2.2.1101159A woman of less place might ask by law,

2.2.1111160Scholars allowed freely to argue for her.

Aye, and the best she shall have; and my favor

2.2.1131162To him that does best, God forbid else. Cardinal,

2.2.1141163Prithee call Gardiner to me, my new secretary.

2.2.1151164I find him a fit fellow.

Give me your hand. Much joy and favor to you;

2.2.1171167You are the king's now.

But to be commanded

2.2.1191169Forever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.

Come hither, Gardiner.

My lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace

2.2.1221173In this man's place before him?

Yes, he was.

Was he not held a learned man?

Yes, surely.

Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread, then,

2.2.1271178Even of yourself, lord cardinal.

How? of me?

They will not stick to say you envied him

2.2.1301181And, fearing he would rise (he was so virtuous)

2.2.1311182Kept him a foreign man still, which so grieved him

2.2.1321183That he ran mad and died.

Heaven's peace be with him;

2.2.1341185That's Christian care enough. for living murmurers

2.2.1351186There's places of rebuke. He was a fool,

2.2.1361187For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow,

2.2.1371188If I command him, follows my appointment;

2.2.1381189I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother:

2.2.1391190We live not to be gripped by meaner persons.

Deliver this with modesty to th' queen.

2.2.1411193The most convenient place that I can think of

2.2.1421194For such receipt of learning is Blackfriars.

2.2.1431195There ye shall meet about this weighty business.

2.2.1441196My Wolsey, see it furnished. O, my lord,

2.2.1451197Would it not grieve an able man to leave

2.2.1461198So sweet a bedfellow? But conscience, conscience;

2.2.1471199O, 'tis a tender place and I must leave her.