Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Sur. But, will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's? The Lord forbid ! Nor. Suff There be more wasps that buzz about his nose, Cham. Now, God incense him, And let him cry ha, louder! Nor. When returns Cranmer? But, my lord, Suff. He is return'd, in his opinions; which Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe, Shall be call'd, queen; but princess dowager, Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain In the king's business. Suff He has; and we shall see him For it, an archbishop. So I hear. 'Tis so. (1) New. (2) Made memorable. Nor. Enter Wolsey and Cromwell. Observe, observe, he's moody. Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the king? Crom. To his own hand, in his bed-chamber. Crom. Wol. To come abroad? Crom. Is he ready I think, by this he is. Wol. Leave me a while.- [Exit Cromwell. It shall be to the duchess of Alençon, The French king's sister: he shall marry her.- To hear from Rome.-The marchioness of Pem Lord, for thy justice! Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's daughter, To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!- And well-deserving? yet I know her for And is his oracle. Nor. He is vex'd at something. Suff. I would, 'twere something that would fret the string, The master-cord of his heart! Enter the King, reading a Schedule; and Lovell. Suff The king, the king. K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumu lated To his own portion! and what expense by the hour Nor. My lord, we have Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts; Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground, Then, lays his finger on his temple; straight, Springs out into fast gait;2 then, stops again, Strikes his breast hard; and anon, he casts His eye against the moon: in most strange postures We have seen him set himself. It may well be; K. Hen. There is a mutiny in his mind. This morning, Papers of state he sent me to peruse, As I requir'd; And, wot3 you, what I found There; on my conscience, put unwittingly? Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,The several parcels of his plate, his treasure, Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household; which find at such proud rate, that it out-speaks Possession of a subject. Nor. It's Heaven's will; Some spirit put this paper in the packet, 'K. Hen. If he did think His contemplation were above the earth, (1) An inventory. (2) Steps. (3) Know. And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still [He takes his seat, and whispers Lovell, who Wol. Ever God bless your highness! K. Hen. Heaven forgive me! Good my lord, You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inven tory Of your best graces in your mind; the which Wol. K. Hen. You have said well. Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together, As I will lend you cause, my doing well With my well saying! K. Hen. 'Tis well said again; And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well : And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you: He said, he did; and with his deed did crown His word upon you. Since I had my office, I have kept you next my heart; have not alone Employ'd you where high profits might come home, But par'd my present havings, to bestow My bounties upon you. Wol. Sur. The Lord increase this business! [Aside. K. Hen. What should this mean? Have I not made you The prime man of the state? I pray you, tell me, If you are bound to us, or no. What say you? Can nothing render but allegiant thanks; K. Hen. Fairly answer'd; A loyal and obedient subject is Therein illustrated: The honour of it more On you, than any; so your hand, and heart, Your brain, and every function of your power, Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, As 'twere in love's particular, be more To me, your friend, than any. Wol. I do profess, That for your highness' good I ever labour'd More than mine own; that am, have, and will be. Though all the world should crack their duty to you, And throw it from their soul: though perils did Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and Appear in forms more horrid; yet my duty, As doth the rock against the chiding flood, Should the approach of this wild river break, |