Sur. Has the King this? Suf. Believe it. Sur. Will this work? Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coafts And hedges his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his phyfick After his patients death; the King already Hath married the fair lady. Sur. 'Would he had! Suf May you be happy in your wish, my Lord, For, I profefs, you have it. Sur. Now all joy Trace the conjunction! Suf. My Amen to't! Suf. There's order given for her Coronation. In mind and feature. I perfuade me, from her Sur. But will the King Digeft this letter of the Cardinal's? The Lord forbid! Nor. Marry, Amen. Suf. No, no: There be more wafps, that buz about his nofe, 4 And HEDGES his own way.] It is not faid, that the King perceives how he obstructs his own way; but how obliquely he purfues it: we should read therefore, EDGES kis orun away. WARBURTON. To bedge, is, to creep along by the hedge; not to take the direct and open path, but to fteal covertly through circumvolutions. To trace, is, to follow. Is Is pofted, as the agent of our Cardinal, Cham. Now, God incenfe him; Suf. He is return'd with his opinions, which Shall be call'd Queen; but Princefs dowager, Nor. This fame Cranmer's A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain Suf. He has, and we shall see him For it an Archbishop. Nor. So I hear. Suf. 'Tis fo. Enter Wolfey and Cromwell. The Cardinal Nor. Obferve, obferve, he's moody. Gave it you the King? Crom. To his own hand, in's bed-chamber. He did unfeal them, and the firft he view'd, Attend him here this morning. Wol. Is he ready To come abroad ? Ι Crom. Crom. I think, by this he is. It fhall be to the Dutchefs of Alanfon, [Exit Cromwell. The French King's fifter; he fhall marry her. To hear from Rome-The marchionefs of Pembroke?- Suf. May be, he hears the King Does whet his anger to him, Lord, for thy juftice! Wol. [Afide.] The late Queen's gentlewoman, a Knight's daughter, To be her mistress' mistress? the Queen's Queen ?- A fpleeny Lutheran; and not wholfome to Nor. He's vex'd at fomething. SCENE III. Enter King, reading of a schedule; and Lovell, Sur. I would, 'twere fomething 'that would fret the ftring, The mafter cord of's heart! Suf. The King, the King. King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! what expence by th' hour Seems to flow from him! how, i'th' name of thrift, Does Does he take this together!-Now, my Lords; Nor. My Lord, we have, Stood here obferving him; fome ftrange Commotion King. It may well be, There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning As I requir'd; and, wot you, what I found Nor. It's heav'n's will; Some fpirit put this paper in the packet, King. If we did think, His contemplations were above the earth, His thinkings are below the moon, nor worth [He takes his feat, whispers Lovell, who goes to Wol. Heav'n forgive me Ever God bless your Highness! King. Good my Lord, You are full of heav'nly stuff, and bear the inventory To To fteal from spiritual leisure a brief span, For holy offices I have a time; A time, to think upon the part of business King. You have faid well. Wol. And ever may your Highness yoke together, As I will lend you caufe, my doing well With my well faying! King. 'Tis well faid again; And 'tis a kind of good deed to fay well, And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you; My bounties upon you. Wol. What should this mean? Sur. The Lord increase this business! King. Have I not made you [Afide, [Afide. The prime man of the ftate? I pray, tell me, If you are bound to us, or no. What say you? Wol. My Sovereign, I confefs your royal graces Showr'd on me daily have been more than could My ftudied purpofes requite, which went Beyond all man's endeavours. My endeavours Have Beyond all man's endea- deferts. But the Oxford Editor, vours.- -] Endeavours for not knowing the sense in which the |