SCENE 2.London.The palace
Enter the DUKE OF NORFOLK,the DUKE OF SUFFOLK,the EARL OF SURREY,and the LORD CHAMBERLAIN
NORFOLK.If you will now unite in your complaints And force them with a constancy,the Cardinal Cannot stand under them:if you omit The offer of this time,I cannot promise But that you shall sustain moe new disgraces With these you bear already.SURREY.I am joyful To meet the least occasion that may give me Remembrance of my father-in-law,the Duke,To be reveng'd on him.SUFFOLK.Which of the peers Have uncontemn'd gone by him,or at least Strangely neglected?When did he regard The stamp of nobleness in any person Out of himself?CHAMBERLAIN.My lords,you speak your pleasures.What he deserves of you and me I know;What we can do to him--though now the time Gives way to us--I much fear.If you cannot Bar his access to th'King,never attempt Anything on him;for he hath a witchcraft Over the King in's tongue.NORFOLK.O,fear him not!His spell in that is out;the King hath found Matter against him that for ever mars The honey of his language.No,he's settled,Not to come off,in his displeasure.SURREY.Sir,I should be glad to hear such news as this Once every hour.NORFOLK.Believe it,this is true:In the divorce his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded;wherein he appears As I would wish mine enemy.SURREY.How came His practices to light?SUFFOLK.Most strangely.SURREY.O,how,how?SUFFOLK.The Cardinal's letters to the Pope miscarried,And came to th'eye o'th'King;wherein was read How that the Cardinal did entreat 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.'SURREY.Has the King this?SUFFOLK.Believe it.SURREY.Will this work?CHAMBERLAIN.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 physic After his patient's death:the King already Hath married the fair lady.SURREY.Would he had!SUFFOLK.May you be happy in your wish,my lord!For,I profess,you have it.SURREY.Now,all my joy Trace the conjunction!SUFFOLK.My amen to't!NORFOLK.All men's!SUFFOLK.There's order given for her coronation;Marry,this is yet but young,and may be left To some ears unrecounted.But,my lords,She is a gallant creature,and complete In mind and feature.I persuade me from her Will fall some blessing to this land,which shall In it be memoriz'd.SURREY.But will the King Digest this letter of the Cardinal's?The Lord forbid!NORFOLK.Marry,amen!SUFFOLK.No,no;There be moe wasps that buzz about his nose Will make this sting the sooner.Cardinal Campeius Is stol'n away to Rome;hath ta'en no leave;Has left the cause o'th'King unhandled,and Is posted,as the agent of our Cardinal,To second all his plot.I do assure you The King cried 'Ha!'at this.CHAMBERLAIN.Now,God incense him,And let him cry 'Ha!'louder!NORFOLK.But,my lord,When returns Cranmer?SUFFOLK.He is return'd in his opinions;which Have satisfied the King for his divorce,Together with all famous colleges Almost in Christendom.Shortly,I believe,His second marriage shall be publish'd,and Her coronation.Katharine no more Shall be call'd queen,but princess dowager And widow to Prince Arthur.NORFOLK.This same Cranmer's A worthy fellow,and hath ta'en much pain In the King's business.SUFFOLK.He has;and we shall see him For it an archbishop.NORFOLK.So I hear.SUFFOLK.'Tis so.
Enter WOLSEY and CROMWELL
The Cardinal!NORFOLK.Observe,observe,he's moody.WOLSEY.The packet,Cromwell,Gave't you the King?CROMWELL.To his own hand,in's bedchamber.WOLSEY.Look'd he o'th'inside of the paper?CROMWELL.Presently He did unseal them;and the first he view'd,He did it with a serious mind;a heed Was in his countenance.You he bade Attend him here this morning.WOLSEY.Is he ready To come abroad?CROMWELL.I think by this he is.WOLSEY.Leave me awhile.Exit CROMWELL [Aside]It shall be to the Duchess of Alencon,The French King's sister;he shall marry her.Anne Bullen!No,I'll no Anne Bullens for him;There's more in't than fair visage.Bullen!No,we'll no Bullens.Speedily I wish To hear from Rome.The Marchioness of Pembroke!NORFOLK.He's discontented.SUFFOLK.May be he hears the King
Does whet his anger to him.SURREY.Sharp enough,Lord,for thy justice!WOLSEY.[Aside]The late Queen's gentlewoman,a knight's daughter,To be her mistress'mistress!The Queen's queen!This candle burns not clear.'Tis I must snuff it;Then out it goes.What though I know her virtuous And well deserving?Yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran;and not wholesome to Our cause that she should lie i'th'bosom of Our hard-rul'd King.Again,there is sprung up An heretic,an arch one,Cranmer;one Hath crawl'd into the favour of the King,And is his oracle.NORFOLK.He is vex'd at something.
