Arch.
Lord cardinal, you are too bold and peremptory.
Did not I tell you this was not your way;
That Henry was not to be intimidated?

Leg.
You did. I have indeed o'ershot the mark;
I see the error now. But say, my lord,
What's to be done?

Arch.
For Rome, I fear not much: for, as for us,
Of England's clergy, we can aid you little.
We shall have much to do to save ourselves.
Nay, to do this, I see no other means
Than that of giving such a mighty sum,
As may suffice the present wants o'th' court.
This may perhaps defer the evil day,
In which the laity will strip the church.
But let's my lords to Lambeth; there are met
Our other rev'rend brethren, the lords bishops;
There we'll commune together on our grievances. [Exeunt all but the Legate.

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