1099Norfolke. Thankes my good Lord Chamberlaine.

1102Suff. How sad he lookes; sure he is much afflicted.

1103Kin. Who's there? Ha?

1104Norff. Pray God he be not angry.

1106Into my priuate Meditations?

1107Who am I? Ha?

1108Norff. A gracious King, that pardons all offences

1109Malice ne're meant: Our breach of Duty this way,

1110Is businesse of Estate; in which, we come

1111To know your Royall pleasure.

1112Kin. Ye are too bold:

1113Go too; Ile make ye know your times of businesse:

1114Is this an howre for temporall affaires? Ha?

1116Who's there? my good Lord Cardinall? O my Wolsey,

1117The quiet of my wounded Conscience;

1118Thou art a cure fit for a King; you'r welcome

1119Most learned Reuerend Sir, into our Kingdome,

1120Vse vs, and it: My good Lord, haue great care,

1121I be not found a Talker.

1122Wol. Sir, you cannot;

1123I would your Grace would giue vs but an houre

1124Of priuate conference.

1125Kin. We are busie; goe.

1126Norff. This Priest ha's no pride in him?

1127Suff. Not to speake of:

1128I would not be so sicke though for his place:

1129But this cannot continue.

1130Norff. If it doe, Ile venture one; haue at him.

1131Suff. I another.

1133Wol. Your Grace ha's giuen a President of wisedome

1134Aboue all Princes, in committing freely

1135Your scruple to the voyce of Christendome:

1136Who can be angry now? What Enuy reach you?

1137The Spaniard tide by blood and fauour to her,

1138Must now confesse, if they haue any goodnesse,

1139The Tryall, iust and Noble. All the Clerkes,

1140(I meane the learned ones in Christian Kingdomes)

1141Haue their free voyces. Rome (the Nurse of Iudgement)

1142Inuited by your Noble selfe, hath sent

1143One generall Tongue vnto vs. This good man,

1144This iust and learned Priest, Cardnall Campeius,

1145Whom once more, I present vnto your Highnesse.

1146Kin. And once more in mine armes I bid him welcome,

1147And thanke the holy Conclaue for their loues,

1148They haue sent me such a Man, I would haue wish'd for.

1149Cam. Your Grace must needs deserue all strangers loues,

1150You are so Noble: To your Highnesse hand

1151I tender my Commission; by whose vertue,

1152The Court of Rome commanding. You my Lord

1153Cardinall of Yorke, are ioyn'd with me their Seruant,

1154In the vnpartiall iudging of this Businesse.

1155Kin. Two equall men: The Queene shall be acquain-

1156Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner? (ted

1157Wol. I know your Maiesty, ha's alwayes lou'd her

1158So deare in heart, not to deny her that

1159A Woman of lesse Place might aske by Law;

1160Schollers allow'd freely to argue for her.

1161Kin. I, and the best she shall haue; and my fauour

1162To him that does best, God forbid els: Cardinall,

1163Prethee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary.

1164I find him a fit fellow.

1166Wol. Giue me your hand: much ioy & fauour to you;

1167You are the Kings now.

1168Gard. But to be commanded

1169For euer by your Grace, whose hand ha's rais'd me.

1170Kin. Come hither Gardiner.

1172Camp. My Lord of Yorke, was not one Doctor Pace

1173In this mans place before him?

1174Wol. Yes, he was.

1175Camp. Was he not held a learned man?

1176Wol. Yes surely.

1177Camp. Beleeue me, there's an ill opinion spread then,

1178Euen of your selfe Lord Cardinall.

1179Wol. How? of me?

1180Camp They will not sticke to say, you enuide him;

1181And fearing he would rise (he was so vertuous)

1182Kept him a forraigne man still, which so greeu'd him,

1183That he ran mad, and dide.

1184Wol. Heau'ns peace be with him:

1185That's Christian care enough: for liuing Murmurers,

1186There's places of rebuke. He was a Foole;

1187For he would needs be vertuous. That good Fellow,

1188If I command him followes my appointment,

1189I will haue none so neere els. Learne this Brother,

1190We liue not to be grip'd by meaner persons.

1191Kin. Deliuer this with modesty to th'Queene.

1193The most conuenient place, that I can thinke of

1194For such receipt of Learning, is Black-Fryers:

1195There ye shall meete about this waighty busines.

1196My Wolsey, see it furnish'd, O my Lord,

1197Would it not grieue an able man to leaue

1198So sweet a Bedfellow? But Conscience, Conscience;

1202An. Not for that neither; here's the pang that pinches.

1203His Highnesse, hauing liu'd so long with her, and she

1204So good a Lady, that no Tongue could euer

1205Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,

1206She neuer knew harme-doing: Oh, now after

1207So many courses of the Sun enthroaned,

1208Still growing in a Maiesty and pompe, the which

1209To leaue, a thousand fold more bitter, then

1210'Tis sweet at first t'acquire. After this Processe.

1211To giue her the auaunt, it is a pitty

1212Would moue a Monster.

1213Old La. Hearts of most hard temper

1214Melt and lament for her.

1215An. Oh Gods will, much better

1216She ne're had knowne pompe; though't be temporall,

1217Yet if that quarrell. Fortune, do diuorce

1218It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging

1219As soule and bodies seuering.

1220Old L. Alas poore Lady,

1221Shee's a stranger now againe.

1222An. So much the more

1223Must pitty drop vpon her; verily

1224I sweare, tis better to be lowly borne,