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Heaven has an end in all. Yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain:

Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels,
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make friends

And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away

Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye. All good people,

Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour
Of my long weary life is come upon me.

Farewell;
And when you would say something that is sad,

Speak how I fell. I have done; and God forgive me!
Exeunt BUCKINGHAM and train

FIRST GENTLEMAN. O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,
I fear, too many curses on their heads

That were the authors.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. If the Duke be guiltless,

'Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling
Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,

Greater than this.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Good angels keep it from us!

What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?
SECOND GENTLEMAN. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require

A strong faith to conceal it.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Let me have it;

I do not talk much.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. I am confident.

You shall, sir. Did you not of late days hear
A buzzing of a separation

Between the King and Katharine?
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Yes, but it held not;

For when the King once heard it, out of anger
He sent command to the Lord Mayor straight

To stop the rumour and allay those tongues
That durst disperse it.

SECOND GENTLEMAN. But that slander, sir,
Is found a truth now; for it grows again

Fresher than e'er it was, and held for certain
The King will venture at it. Either the Cardinal

Or some about him near have, out of malice
To the good Queen, possess'd him with a scruple

That will undo her. To confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd and lately;

As all think, for this business.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 'Tis the Cardinal;

And merely to revenge him on the Emperor
For not bestowing on him at his asking

The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purpos'd.
SECOND GENTLEMAN. I think you have hit the mark; but is't

not cruel
That she should feel the smart of this? The Cardinal

Will have his will, and she must fall.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. 'Tis woeful.

We are too open here to argue this;
Let's think in private more. Exeunt

ACT II. SCENE 2.
London. The palace

Enter the LORD CHAMBERLAIN reading this letter
CHAMBERLAIN. 'My lord,

'The horses your lordship sent for, with all the care
had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and furnish'd. They were

young and handsome, and of the best breed in the north.
When they were ready to set out for London, a man of

my Lord Cardinal's, by commission, and main power, took
'em from me, with this reason: his master would be serv'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
NORFOLK. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.

CHAMBERLAIN. Good day to both your Graces.
SUFFOLK. How is the King employ'd?

CHAMBERLAIN. I left him private,
Full of sad thoughts and troubles.

NORFOLK. What's the cause?
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 crack'd 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?

CHAMBERLAIN. Heaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis most true
These news are everywhere; 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 an

From princes into pages. All men's honours
Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion'd

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?

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. 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. 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 CAMPEIUS] You're

welcome,
Most learnedreverend sir, into our kingdom.

Use us and it. [To WOLSEY] 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. [To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK] We are busy; go.

NORFOLK. [Aside to SUFFOLK] This priest has no pride in him!
SUFFOLK. [Aside to NORFOLK] Not to speak of!

I would not be so sick though for his place.
But this cannot continue.

NORFOLK. [Aside to SUFFOLK] If it do,
I'll venture one have-at-him.

SUFFOLK. [Aside to NORFOLK] I another.
Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK

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 judgment,
Invited by your noble self, hath sent

One general tongue unto us, this good man,
This just and learnedpriest, Cardinal Campeius,

Whom once more I present unto your Highness.
KING. 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 wish'd for.

CAMPEIUS. Your Grace must needs deserve an 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 join'd with me their servant
In the unpartial judging of this business.

KING. Two equal men. The Queen shall be acquainted
Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?

WOLSEY. I know your Majesty has always lov'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 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 GARDINER] Give me your hand: much

joy and favour to you;
You are the King's now.

GARDINER. [Aside to WOLSEY] But to be commanded


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