Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd If the king please; his curses and his blessings Nor. Let's in; And, with some other business, put the king From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon My lord, you'll bear us company? [him: Cham. Excuse me; The king hath sent me other-where: besides, You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him: Health to your lordships. Nor. : Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. NORFOLK opens a Folding-door. The KING is discovered sitting, and reading pensively. Suff. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted. K. Hen. Who is there? ha? Nor. 'Pray God, he be not angry. K. Hen. Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust Into my private meditations. Who am I? ha? [yourselves 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. K. Hen. You are too bold: Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. Who's there? my good lord cardinal!-O my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience, Thou art a cure fit for a king.-You're welcome, C [To Campeius. Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom; Wol. Sir, you cannot. [To Wolsey. I would your grace would give us but an hour Nor. This priest has no pride in him? Suff We are busy; go. [To Norfolk and Suffolk. Not to speak of; Aside. I would not be so sick though, for his place: Suff. If it do, I another. [Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk. I mean, the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms, One general tongue unto us, this good man, This just and learned priest, cardinal Campeius; K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arms, I bid him welAnd thank the holy conclave for their loves; [come, They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' You are so noble: To your highness' hand [loves, I tender my commission; by whose virtue (The court of Rome commanding),-—you, my lord Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov'd her [favour K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal, Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary; I find him a fit fellow. [Exit Wolsey. Re-enter WOLSEY, with GARDiner. Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour to you; You are the king's now. Gard. But to be commanded For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. [Aside. [They converse apart. 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 griev'd 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. K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen. [Exit Gardiner. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receipt of learning, is Blackfriars; There ye shall meet about this weighty business : My Wolsey, see it furnish'd.-O my lord, So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience,O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [Exeunt. SCENE 11I. An Antechamber in the QUEEN's Apartments.. Enter ANNE BULLEN and an old Lady. Anne. Not for that neither;-Here's the pang that pinches : His highness having liv'd so long with her: and she Still growing in a majesty and pomp,-the which Would move a monster. Old L. Melt and lament for her. Anne. Hearts of most hard temper O, God's will! much better, She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging Old L. She's a stranger now again. Anne. Alas, poor lady! So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, And range with humble livers in content, Old L. Our content By my troth, and maidenhead, Beshrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you, You, that have so fair parts of woman on you, Which, to say sooth, are blessings: and which gifts Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive, Anne. Nay, good troth,— Old L. Yes, troth, and troth,-You would not be a queen? Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. Old L. 'Tis strange; a threepence bowed would hire Old as I am, to queen it: But, I pray you, What think you of a duchess? have you limbs Anne. No, in truth. [me, Old L. Then you are weakly made: Pluck off a littlo; I would not be a young count in your way, For more than blushing comes to: if your back Ever to get a boy. Anne. How you do talk! I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world. Old L. In faith, for little England You'd venture an emballing: I myself Would for Carnarvonshire, although there 'long'd Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What wer't worth to The secret of your conference? Anne. Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming [know |