The hearts of princes kiss obedience, So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits, Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and servants. Cam. Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your virtues With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, you; The king loves Beware, you lose it not: For us, if you please To use our utmost studies in your service. Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: And, pray, forgive me, If I have us❜d* myself unmannerly: You know, I am a woman, lacking wit Pray, do my service to his majesty: He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, [Exeunt, • Behaved. SCENE II. Ante-chamber to the King's apartment. Enter the Duke of Norfolk, the Duke of Suffolk, the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain. Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints And force them with a constancy, the cardinal Cannot stand under them: If you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promise, But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, Sur. I am joyful To meet the least occasion, that may give me Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke, To be reveng'd on him. Suff. Which of the peers Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures: O, fear him not; Nor. • Enforce. Sur. Sir, I should be glad to hear such news as this Once every hour. Nor. Believe it, this is true. In the divorce, his contrary proceedings Suff. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried, A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen. Suff. Sur. Believe it. Will this work? Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts, And hedges, his own way. But in this point Sur. 'Would he had! Suff. May you be happy in your wish, my lord! For, I profess, you have it. Sur. Trace the conjunction! Suff. Nor. Now all my joy My amen to't! All men's. Suff. There's order given for her coronation : In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Sur. But, will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's? The Lord forbid ! No, no; There be more wasps that buz about his nose, Cham. And let him cry ha, louder! Nor. When returns Cranmer? Now, God incense him, But, my lord, Suff. He is return'd, in his opinions; which Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe, Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain In the king's business. 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 bedchamber. Presently He did unseal them; and the first he view'd It shall be to the duchess of Alençon, The French king's sister: he shall marry her.Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him: There is more in it than fair visage.-Bullen! No, we'll no Bullens.-Speedily I wish To hear from Rome.-The marchioness of Pem Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's daughter, To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!- A spleeny Lutheran; and not wholesome to |