For not bestowing on him, at his asking,

The Arch-bishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 Gen. I think

You have hit the mark; but is't not cruel,

That the fhould feel the fmart of this? the Cardinal

Will have his Will, and the muft fall.

1 Gen. 'Tis woful.

We are too open here to argue this:

Let's think in Private more.

MT

SCENE

[Exeunt.

II.

Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading a Letter.

Y Lord, the Horfes your Lordship fent for, with all the care I had I faw well chofen, ridden, and furnifh'd. They were young and handsome, and of the best Breed in the North. When they were ready to fet out for London, a Man of my Lord Cardinal's, by Commiffion and main Power took 'em from me, with this reafon : His Mafter would be ferv'd before a Subject, if not before the King, which stopp'd our Mouths, Sir.

I fear, he will indeed; well, let him have them; he will have all, I think.

Enter to the Lord Chamberlain, the Dukes of Norfolk
and Suffolk.

Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.
Cham. Good day to both your Graces.
Suf. How is the King employ'd?
Cham. I left him private,

Full of fad Thoughts and Troubles.

Nor. What's the Cause?.

Cham. It seems the Marriage with his Brothers Wife, Has crept too near his Confcience.

Suf. No, his Confcience

Has crept too near another Lady.

Nor. 'Tis fo;

This is the Cardinal's doing; the King-Cardinal:
That blind Prieft, like the eldest Son of Fortune,

Turns what he lift. The King will know him one Day.

Suf.

Suf. Pray God he do,

He'll never know himself elfe.

Nor. How holily he works in all his Bufinefs,

And with what zeal For now he has crackt the League'
Between us and the Emperor, the Queen's great Nephew,
He dives into the King's Soul, and there fcatters
Dangers, Doubts, wringing of the Confcience,
Fears, and Defpair, and all these for his Marriage.
And out of all thefe, to reflore the King,
He counfels a Divorce, a loss of her,
That like a Jewel, has hung twenty Years
About his Neck, yet never loft her Luftre;
Of her that loves him with that excellence,
That Angels love good Men with; even of her,
That, when the greateft ftroke of Fortune falls,
Will blefs the King; and is not this course pious?

Cham. Heav'n keep me from fuch Counsel; 'tis most true,
Thefe News are every where, every Tongue fpeaks'em,
And every true Heart weeps for't. All that dare
Look into these Affairs, fee his main end,

The French King's Sifter. Heav'n will one day open
The King's Eyes, that fo long have slept upon
This bold bad Man.

Suf. And free us from his Slavery.
Nor. We had need pray,

And heartily, for our deliverance;
Or this Imperious Man will work us all
From Princes into Pages; all Mens Honours
Lye like one lump before him, to be fashion'd
Into what pitch he pleafe.

Suf. For me, my Lords,

I love him not, nor fear him, there's my Creed:
As I am made without him, fo I'll ftand,
If the King please; his Curfes and his Bleffings
Touch me alike; th' are breath I not believe in.
I knew him, and I know him; fo I leave him
To him that made him proud, the Pope.

Nor. Let's in;

the King

And with fome other Bufinefs, put
From thefe fad Thoughts, that work too much

My Lord, you'll bear us company?

P 2

Cham. Excuse me,

The King has fent me other-where: Befides
You'll find a moft unfit time to difturb him:
Health to your Lordships. [Exit Lord Chamberlain.
Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.

The Scene draws, and discovers the King fitting and reading penfively.

Suf. How fad he looks; fure he is much afflicted.
King. Who's there? Ha?

Nor. Pray God, he be not angry.

King. Who's there, I fay how dare you thrust your selves Into my private Meditations?

Who am I? ha?

Nor. A gracious King, that pardons all Offences Malice ne'er meant: Our breach of Duty this way, Is Bufinefs of Eftate; in which, we come

To know your Royal Pleasure.

King. Ye are too bold:

Go to; I'll make ye know your times of Bufinefs:
Is this an hour for temporal Affairs? ha?

Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legat, with a Commission.
Who's there? my good Lord Cardinal ? O my Wolfey,

The quiet of my wounded Confcience;

Thou art a cure fit for the King; you're welcome,
Most learned reverend Sir, into our Kingdom,
Ufe us, and it; my good Lord, have great care,
I be not found a Talker.

Wol. Sir, you cannot:

I would your Grace would give us but an hour
Of private Conference.

King. We are bufie; go.

Nor. This Prieft has no Pride in him?

Suf. Not to speak of:

I would not be fo fick though, for his place:

But this cannot continue.

Nor. If it do, I'll venture one heave at him.

Suf. I another.

[Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.

Wol. Your Grace has given a Precedent of Wisdom Above all Princes, in committing freely

Your fcruple to the Voice of Christendom:

Who

Who can be angry now? what envy reach
you?
The Spaniard, ty'd by blood and favour to her,
Muft now confefs, if they have any goodness,
The Trial juft and noble. All the Clerks,
I mean the learned ones in Chriftian Kingdoms,
Have their free Voice. Rome, the Nurfe of Judgment,
Invited by your Noble felf,, hath fent

One general Tongue unto us, this good Man,
This juft and learned Prieft, Cardinal Campeius,
Whom once more I préfent unto your Highness.

King. And once more in mine Arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy Conclave for their Loves,

They have fent me fuch a Man I would have wifh'd fɔr.
Cam. Your Grace muft needs deserve all Strangers loves,
You are fo Noble: To your Highness's Hand

I tender my Commiffion; by whole virtue,
The Court of Rome commanding, You, my Lord,
Cardinal of York, are join'd with me, their Servant,
In the impartial judging of this Bufinefs.

King. Two equal Men: The Queen thall be acquainted Forthwith for what you come,

Where's Gardiner ?

Wol. I know your Majefty has always loy'd 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.

King. Ay, and the beft the fhall have; and my favour To him that does beft, God forbid elfe; Cardinal, Prithee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary,

I find him a fit Fellow.

Enter 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, whofe hand has rais'd me.

King. Come hither, Gardiner.

[Walks and whispers.

Cam. My Lord of Tork, 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, furely,

Cam. Believe me, there's an ill Opinion spread then Even of your felf, Lord Cardinal,

Wol. How? of me?

Cam. They will not stick to fay, you envy'd him
And fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous,
Kept him a foreign Man ftill, which fo griey'd him,
That he ran Mad, and dy'd.

Wol. Heav'n's peace be with him;

That's Chriftian 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 fo near elfe. Learn this, Brother,
We live not to be grip'd by meaner Persons,
King. Deliver this with modesty to th'Queen.

[Exit Gardiner.

The most convenient place that I can think of,
For fuch receit of Learning is Black-Fryars:
There ye shall meet about this weighty Bufinefs.
My Wolfey, fee it furnish'd. O my Lord,
Would it not grieve an able Man to leave
So fweet a Bedfellow? But Conscience, Confcience-
O'tis a tender Place, and I must leave her.

SCENE III.

Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady.

[Exeunt.

Anne. Not for that neither---here's the pang that pinches. His Highness having liv'd fo long with her, and the So good a Lady, that no Tongue could ever Pronounce difhonour of her; by my Life, She never knew harm-doing: Oh, now after So many courfes of the Sun enthron'd, Still growing in a Majefty and Pomp, the which To leave, a thousand fold more bitter, than 'Tis fweet at firft t'acquire. After this Process, To give her the Avaunt, it is a pity

Would move a Monster.

Old L. Hearts of moft hard temper Melt and lament for her.

Anne.