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Act II, Scene 2
1An ante-chamber in the palace.
2Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter.
3Chamberlain
“My lord, the horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnished. They were young and handsome, and of the best breed in the north. When they were ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardinal’s, by commission and main power, took ’em from me; with this reason: His master would be served before a subject, if not before the king; which stopped our mouths, sir.”
I fear he will indeed: well, let him have them:
He will have all, I think.
4Enter, to the Lord Chamberlain, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk.
5NorfolkWell met, my lord chamberlain.
6ChamberlainGood day to both your graces.
7SuffolkHow is the king employ’d?
8ChamberlainI left him private,
Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
9NorfolkWhat’s the cause?
10ChamberlainIt seems the marriage with his brother’s wife
Has crept too near his conscience.
11SuffolkNo, his conscience
Has crept too near another lady.
12Norfolk’Tis so:
This is the cardinal’s doing, the king-cardinal:
That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune,
Turns what he list. The king will know him one day.
13SuffolkPray God he do! he’ll never know himself else.
14NorfolkHow holily he works in all his business!
And with what zeal! for, now he has crack’d the league
Between us and the emperor, the queen’s great nephew,
He dives into the king’s soul, and there scatters
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,
Fears, and despairs; 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?
15ChamberlainHeaven 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 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.
16SuffolkAnd free us from his slavery.
17NorfolkWe had need pray,
And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this imperious man will work us all
From princes into pages: all men’s honours
Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion’d
Into what pitch he please.
18SuffolkFor 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 breath I not believe in.
I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him
To him that made him proud, the pope.
19NorfolkLet’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?
20ChamberlainExcuse me;
The king has sent me otherwhere: besides,
You’ll find a most unfit time to disturb him:
Health to your lordships.
21NorfolkThanks, my good lord chamberlain. Exit Lord Chamberlain; and the King draws the curtain, and sits reading pensively.
22SuffolkHow sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.
23KingWho’s there, ha?
24NorfolkPray God he be not angry.
25KingWho’s there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves
Into my private meditations?
Who am I? ha?
26NorfolkA 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.
27KingYe are too bold:
Go to; I’ll make ye know your times of business:
Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha?
28Enter Wolsey and Campeius, with a commission.
29Who’s there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey,
The quiet of my wounded conscience;
Thou art a cure fit for a king. To Campeius. You’re welcome,
Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom:
Use us and it. To Wolsey. My good lord, have great care
I be not found a talker.
30WolseySir, you cannot.
I would your grace would give us but an hour
Of private conference.
31KingTo Norfolk and Suffolk. We are busy; go.
32NorfolkAside to Suffolk. This priest has no pride in him?
33SuffolkAside to Norfolk. Not to speak of:
I would not be so sick though for his place:
But this cannot continue.
34NorfolkAside to Suffolk. If it do,
I’ll venture one have-at-him.
35SuffolkAside to Norfolk. I another. Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.
36WolseyYour grace has given a precedent 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 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
Have their free voices: Rome, the nurse of judgment,
Invited by your noble self, hath sent
One general tongue unto us, this good man,
This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius;
Whom once more I present unto your highness.
37KingAnd once more in mine arms I bid him welcome,
And thank the holy conclave for their loves:
They have sent me such a man I would have wish’d for.
38CampeiusYour 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, my lord
Cardinal of York, are join’d with me their servant
In the unpartial judging of this business.
39KingTwo equal men. The queen shall be acquainted
Forthwith for what you come. Where’s Gardiner?
40WolseyI know your majesty has always loved her
So dear in heart, not to deny her that
A woman of less place might ask by law:
Scholars allow’d freely to argue for her.
41KingAy, 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.
42Reenter Wolsey, with Gardiner.
43WolseyAside to Gardiner. Give me your hand: much joy and favour to you;
You are the king’s now.
44GardinerAside to Wolsey. But to be commanded
For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.
45KingCome hither, Gardiner. Walks and whispers.
46CampeiusMy Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace
In this man’s place before him?
47WolseyYes, he was.
48CampeiusWas he not held a learned man?
49WolseyYes, surely.
50CampeiusBelieve me, there’s an ill opinion spread then
Even of yourself, lord cardinal.
51WolseyHow! of me?
52CampeiusThey 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.
53WolseyHeaven’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.
54KingDeliver 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.