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WOLSEY. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.
QUEEN KATHARINE. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty,

To give up willingly that noble title
Your master wed me to: nothing but death

Shall e'er divorce my dignities.
WOLSEY. Pray hear me.

QUEEN KATHARINE. Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!

Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
What will become of me now, wretched lady?

I am the most unhappy woman living.
[To her WOMEN] Alas, poor wenches, where are now

your fortunes?
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,

No friends, no hope; no kindred weep for me;
Almost no grave allow'd me. Like the My,

That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.

WOLSEY. If your Grace
Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,

You'd feel more comfort. Why should we, good lady,
Upon what cause, wrong you? Alas, our places,

The way of our profession" target="_blank" title="n.职业;声明;表白">profession is against it;
We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow 'em.

For goodness' sake, consider what you do;
How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly

Grow from the King's acquaintance, by this carriage.
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,

So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits
They swell and grow as terrible as storms.

I know you have a gentle, noble temper,
A soul as even as a calm. Pray think us

Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and servants.
CAMPEIUS. Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your virtues

With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit,
As yours was put into you, ever casts

Such doubts as false coin from it. The King loves you;
Beware you lose it not. For us, if you please

To trust us in your business, we are ready
To use our utmost studies in your service.

QUEEN KATHARINE. Do what ye will my lords; and pray
forgive me

If I have us'd myself unmannerly;
You know I am a woman, lacking wit

To make a seemly answer to such persons.
Pray do my service to his Majesty;

He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers
While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,

Bestow your counsels on me; she now begs
That little thought, when she set footing here,

She should have bought her dignities so dear. Exeunt
ACT III.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. An 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

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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.
Enter the KING, reading of a schedule, and LOVELL

SURREY. I would 'twere something that would fret the string,
The master-cord on's heart!

SUFFOLK. The King, the King!
KING. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated

To his own portion! And what expense by th' hour
Seems to flow from him! How, i' th' name of thrift,

Does he rake this together?-Now, my lords,


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