That little thought, when she set footing here, SCENE II.-Antechamber 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 But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, Sur. I am joyful Suf. Which of the peers Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures: Nor. a Force-enforce. So in Measure for Measure:'- That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, The honey of his language. No, he 's settled, I should be glad to hear such news as this Nor. Believe it, this is true, In the divorce, his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded; wherein he appears, As I would wish mine enemy. Sur. His practices to light? Suf. Sur. How came Most strangely. O, how, how? Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried, A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.” Suf. 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! Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord! For, I profess, you have it. Now all my joy My amen to 't! All men's! Suf. There's order given for her coronation : Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Sur. But, will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's? The Lord forbid ! Nor. Suf. Marry, amen! No, no; There be more wasps that buzz about his nose, To second all his plot. I do assure you, Cham. And let him cry ha, louder! Nor. When returns Cranmer? Now, God incense him But, my lord, Suf. 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 He has; and we shall see him So I hear. "T is so. Nor. Enter WOLSEY and CROмwell. Observe, observe, he 's moody. Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the king? He did unseal them: and the first he view'd, Wol. To come abroad? Crom. Is he ready I think, by this he is. Wol. Leave me a while. It shall be to the duchess of Alençon, Presently [Exit CROMWELL. The French king's sister: he shall marry her. Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him : No, we 'll no Bullens.-Speedily I wish To hear from Rome.-The marchioness of Pembroke ! Nor. He 's discontented. Lord, for thy justice! May be, he hears the king Sharp enough, 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 Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up Nor. He is vex'd at something. Suf. I would 't were something that would fret the string, The master-cord of his heart! Enter the KING, reading a schedule; and LovELL. Suf. The king, the king. K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! and what expense by the hour Seems to flow from him! How, i' the name of thrift, Does he rake this together?-Now, my lords, Saw you the cardinal? Nor. My lord, we have Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion His eye against the moon: in most strange postures K. Hen. As I requir'd: And wot you what I found Nor. It 's heaven's will: Some spirit put this paper in the packet K. Hen. If we did think His contemplation were above the earth, |