Lord Chamberlain

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.

Norfolk

Well met, my lord chamberlain.

Lord Chamberlain

Good day to both your graces.

Suffolk

How is the king employed?

Lord Chamberlain

I left him private,

Full of sad thoughts and troubles.

Norfolk

What's the cause?

Lord Chamberlain

It seems the marriage with his brother's wife

Has crept too near his conscience.

Suffolk

No, his conscience

Has crept too near another lady.

Norfolk

'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.

Suffolk

Pray God he do! he'll never know himself else.

Norfolk

How holily he works in all his business!

And with what zeal! for, now he has cracked 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?

Lord Chamberlain

Heaven 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.

Suffolk

And free us from his slavery.

Norfolk

We 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 fashioned

Into what pitch he please.

Suffolk

For 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, th' are breath I not believe in.

I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him

To him that made him proud, the pope.

Norfolk

Let'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?

Lord Chamberlain

Excuse me;

The king has sent me otherwhere: besides,

You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him:

Health to your lordships.

Norfolk

Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. Exit Lord Chamberlain;and the King draws the curtain, and sits reading pensively.

Suffolk

How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.

King Henry

Who's there, ha?

Norfolk

Pray God he be not angry.

King Henry

Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves

Into my private meditations?

Who am I? ha?

Norfolk

A 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.

King Henry

Ye are too bold:

Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business:

Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha? Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS, with a commission.

Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey,

The quiet of my wounded conscience;

Thou art a cure fit for a king. To Camp.

You're welcome,

Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom:

Use us and it. To Wol.

My good lord, have great care

I be not found a talker.

Wolsey

Sir, you cannot.

I would your grace would give us but an hour

Of private conference.

King Henry

To Nor. and Suf.

We are busy; go.

Norfolk

Aside to Suf.

This priest has no pride in him?

Suffolk

Aside to Nor.

Not to speak of:

I would not be so sick though for his place:

But this cannot continue.

Norfolk

Aside to Suf.

If it do,

I'll venture one have at him.

Suffolk

Aside to Nor.

I another. Exeunt Nor. and Suf.

Wolsey

Your 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 by 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 judgement,

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.

King Henry

And 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 wished for.

Campeius

Your 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 joined with me their servant

In the unpartial judging of this business.

King Henry

Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted

Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?

Wolsey

I 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 allowed freely to argue for her.

King Henry

Ay, 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.Re-enter WOLSEY, with GARDINER.

Wolsey

Aside to Card.

Give me your hand: much joy and favour to you;

You are the king's now.

Gardiner

Aside to Wol.

But to be commanded

For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.

King Henry

Come hither, Gardiner. Walks and whispers.

Campeius

My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace

In this man's place before him?

Wolsey

Yes, he was.

Campeius

Was he not held a learned man?

Wolsey

Yes, surely.

Campeius

Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then

Even of yourself, lord cardinal.

Wolsey

How! of me?

Campeius

They 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.

Wolsey

Heaven'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 griped by meaner persons.

King Henry

Deliver 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 furnished. 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.