As I would wifh mine Enemy.

Sur. How came

His Practices to light?

Suf. Moft ftrangely.

Sur. O how? how?

Suf. The Cardinal's Letters to the Pope mifcarried,
And came to th' Eye o'th' King, wherein was read,
How that the Cardinal did intreat his Holiness
To stay the Judgment o'th' Divorce; for if
It did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive
My King is tangled in Affection, to

A Creature of the Queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.
Sur. Ha's the King this?

Suf. Believe it.

Sur. Will this work?

Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coasts And hedges his own way. But in this Point, All his tricks founder, and he brings his Phyfick After his Patient's death; the King already Hath married the fair Lady.

Sur. Would he had.

Suf. May you be happy in your wifh, my Lord, For I profefs you have it.

Sur. Now all my joy

Trace the Conjunction.
Suf. My Amen to't.
Nor. All Mens.

Suf. There's order given for her Coronation : Marry this is but young, and may be left To fome Ears unrecounted. But, my Lords, She is a gallant Creature, and compleat In Mind and Feature, I perfuade me from her Will fall fome Bleffing to this Land, which fhall In it be memoriz'd.

Sur. But will the King

Digeft this Letter of the Cardinal's?

The Lord forbid.

Nor. Marry, Amen.

Suf. No, no:

There be moe Wafps that buz about his Nofe,
Will make this fting the fooner. Cardinal Campeius,

Is ftoln away to Rome, hath ta'en no leave,
Has left the Cause to th' King unhandled, and
Is pofted as the Agent of our Cardinal,
To fecond all his Plot. I do affure you,
The King cry'd Ha! at this.

Cham. Now God incenfe him
And let him cry Ha, louder.
Nor. But, my Lord,
When returns Cranmer ?

Suf. He is return'd with his Opinions, which
Have fatisfy'd the King for his Divorce,
Gather'd from all the famous Colleges
Almoft in Chriftendom; fhortly, I believe,
His fecond Marriage fhall be publish'd, and
Her Coronation. Katherine no more
Shall be call'd Queen, but Princefs Dowager,
A Widow to Prince Arthur.

Nor. This fame Cranmer's

A worthy Fellow, and hath ta'en much, pain
In the King's Bufinefs.

Suf. He has, and we shall fee him,
For it, an Archbishop.

Nor. So I hear.

Suf. 'Tis fo.

The Cardinal..

Enter Wolfey and Cromwel.

Nor. Obferve, obferve, he's moody.

Wol. The Packet, Cromwel,

Gav't you the King?

Crom. To his own Hand, in's Bed-chamber.
Wol. Look'd he o'th' infide of the Paper?
Crom. Prefently,

He did unfeal them, and the first he view'd,
He did it with a ferious Mind; a heed
Was in his Countenance. You he bad
Attend him here this Morning.

Wol, Is he ready to come Abroad?
Crom. I think by this he is.

Wel. Leave me a while.

It shall be to the Dutchefs of Alenfon,

[Exit Cromwel

[Afice.

Anze

The French King's Sifter; he shall marry her

Anne Bullen!---No, I'll no Anne Bullens för him,-
There's more in't than fair Vifage-Bullen!-

No, we'll no Bullens

-Speedily I wish

To hear from Rome-the Marchionefs of Pembrook!

Nor. He's discontented.

Suf. May be he hears the King

Does whet his anger to him.
Sur. Sharp enough,

Lord for thy Juftice.

Wol. [Afide. The late Queen's Gentlewoman!

A Knight's Daughter!

To be her Miftrefs's Miftrefs! the Queen's Queen !---
This Candle burns not clear, 'tis I muft fnuff it,

Then out it goes-What though I know her virtuous
And well-deferving? yet I know her for

A fpleeny Lutheran, and not wholfom to

Our Caufe!that the fhould lye i'th' Bofom of
Our hard-rul'd King!—Again, there is fprung up
An Heretick, an arch one; Cranmer, one

Hath crawl'd into the favour of the King,

And is his Oracle.

Norf. He's vex'd at fomething.

Enter King, reading of a Schedule.

Sur. I would 'twere fomething that would fret the ftring The Mafter-cord on's Heart.

Suf. The King, the King.

King. What piles of Wealth hath he accumulated

To his own Portion! and what expence by th' hour
Seems to flow from him! how i'th' name of Thrift
Does he rake this together! Now, my Lords,
Saw you the Cardinal?

Nor. My Lord, we have

Stood here obferving him. Some ftrange Commotion
Is in his Brain; he bites his Lip and starts,
Stops on a fudden, looks upon the Ground,
Then lays his Finger on his Temple; ftraight
Springs out into faft Gate, then ftops again,
Strikes his Breaft hard, and then anon, he cafts
His Eye against the Moon, in moft ftrange Poftures
We have feen him fet himself.

King. It may well be,

There

There is a Mutiny in's mind. This Morning,
Papers of State he fent me to peruse,
As I requir'd; and wot you what I found
There, on my Confcience put unwittingly,
Forfooth an Inventory, thus importing

The feveral parcels of his Plate, his Treasure,
Rich Stuffs and Ornaments of Houfhold, which
I find at fuch a proud Rate, that it out-speaks
Poffeffion of a Subject.

Nor. It's Heaven's will,

Some Spirit put this Paper in the Packet,
To bless your Eye withal.

King. If we did think

His Contemplations were above the Earth,
And fix'd on fpiritual Objects, he should still
Dwell in his Mufings, but I am afraid

His thinkings are below the Moon, nor worth
His ferious confidering.

King takes his Seat, whispers Lovel, who goes to Wolfey,
Wol. Heaven forgive me

Ever God bless your Highness

King. Good my Lord,

You are full of heavenly Stuff, and bear the Inventory

of your beft Graces, in your Mind; the which

You were now running o'er; you have fcarce time
To fteal from spiritual leifure, a brief fpan
To keep your earthly Audit, fure in that
I deem you an ill Husband, and am glad
To have you therein my Companion,
Wol. Sir,

For Holy Offices I have a time; a time
To think upon the part of Bufinefs, which
I bear i'th' State; and Natute does require
Her times of Prefervation, which perforce
I her frail Son, amongst my Brethren mortal,
Muft give my tendance to.

King. You have faid well.'

Wol. And ever may your Highnefs yoke together, As I will lend you caufe, my doing well,

With my well faying.

King. 'Tis well faid again,

And

And 'tis a kind of good Deed to fay well,
And yet Words are no Deeds. My Father lov'd you,
He faid he did, and with this Deed did crown
His Word upon you. Since I had my Office
I have kept you next my Heart, have not alone
Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home,
But par'd my prefent Havings, to bestow

My Bounties upon you.

Wol. What fhould this mean?

Sur. The Lord increase this Bufinefs.

King. Have I not made you

The prime Man of the State? I pray you tell me,
If what I now pronounce, you have found true:
And if you may confefs it, fay withal

If you are to 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 purposes require, which went
Beyond all Man's endeavours. My endeavours,
Have ever come too fhort of my defires,
Yet fill'd with my Abilities: Mine own Ends
Have been fo, that evermore they pointed
To th' good of your moft Sacred Perfon, and
The profit of the State: For your great Graces
Heap'd upon me, poor Undeferver, I
Can nothing render but Allegiant Thanks,
My Prayers to Heaven for you; my Loyalty,
Which ever has, and ever thall be growing,
'Till Death, that Winter, kill it.

King. Fairly anfwer'd:

A Loyal and Obedient Subject is
Therein illuftrated, the Honour of it
Does pay the Act of it, as i'th' contrary

The foulness is the Punishment, I prefume, "That as my Hand has open'd Bounty to you,

My Heart dropp'd Love, my Pow'r rain'd Honour, more
On you, than any; fo your Hand and Heart,
Your Brain, and every Function of your Power,
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of Duty,
As 'twere in Love's particular, be more

To me, your Friend, than any.

Wol.