Nor.
Well met, my lord ^note 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: ^note

That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
Turns what he list ^note. The king will know him one day.

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

Nor.
How holily he works in all his ^note business!
And with what zeal! for, now he has crack'd the league
Between ^note us and the emperor, the queen's great nephew ^note,
He dives into the king's soul, and there scatters
Dangers, doubts, ^note wringing ^{note note} of the conscience,
Fears and despairs ^note; 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 ^note 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 ^note deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages: all men's honours
Lie like ^note one lump before him, to be fashion'd

Into ^note what pitch ^note 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 ^note 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 has sent me otherwhere: besides,
You'll find ^note a most unfit time to disturb him:
Health to your lordships.

Nor.
Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain; and the King draws the curtain and sits reading pensively. ^{note note}

Suf.
How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.

King.
Who's there, ha?

Nor.
Pray ^note God he be not angry.

King.
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.

King.
Ye are ^note too bold:
Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business:
Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha? Enter Wolsey and Campeius ^note, with a commission. ^note
Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey,
The quiet of my wounded conscience,
Thou art a cure fit for a king ^note. [To Camp. ^note] You're welcome,
Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom:
Use us and it. [To Wols. ^note] 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.

King. [To Nor. and Suf. ^note]
We are busy; go.

Nor. [Aside to Suf.]
This priest has no pride in him? ^note

Suf. [Aside to Nor.]
Not to speak of:
I would not be so sick though for his place:
But this cannot continue.

Nor. [Aside to Suf.]
If it do,
I'll venture one have-at-him. ^{note note}

Suf. [Aside to Nor.]
I another. ^note [Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.

Wol.
Your grace has given a precedent ^note 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 ^note
Have ^note their free voices: ^note Rome, the nurse of judgement,
Invited by your noble self, hath sent
One general tongue unto us, this good man,
This just and learned ^note priest, Cardinal ^note Campeius;
Whom once more I present unto your highness.

King.
And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,
And thank the holy conclave for their loves:
They have ^note 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 ^note, my lord
Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant
In the unpartial judging of this business.

King.
Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted
Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?

Wol.
I know your majesty has always loved her
So ^note dear in heart, not to deny her that ^note
A woman of less 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 else. Cardinal,
Prithee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary:
I find him a fit fellow. [Exit Wolsey. Re-enter ^note Wolsey, with Gardiner.

Wol. [Aside to Gard.] ^note
Give me your hand: much joy and favour to you;
You are the king's now.

Gard. [Aside to Wol.]
But to be commanded
For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.

King.
Come hither, Gardiner. [Walks and whispers. ^note

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 grieved 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.

King.
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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