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The Life of King Henry the Eight.

And came to th'eye o'th'King, wherein was read
How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse
To stay the Iudgement o'th'Diuorce; for if
It did take place, I do (quoth he) perceiue
My King is tangled in affection, to
A Creature of the Queenes, Lady Anne Bullen.

Sur.
Ha's the King this?

Suf.
Beleeue it.

Sur.
Will this worke?

Cham.
The King in this perceiues him, how he coasts
And hedges his owne way. But in this point,
All his trickes founder, and he brings his Physicke
After his Patients death; the King already
Hath married the faire Lady.

Sur.
Would he had.

Suf.
May you be happy in your wish my Lord,
For I professe you haue it.

Sur.
Now all my ioy
Trace the Coniunction.

Suf.
My Amen too't.

Nor.
All mens.

Suf.
There's order giuen for her Coronation:
Marry this is yet but yong, and may be left
To some eares vnrecounted. But my Lords
She is a gallant Creature, and compleate
In minde and feature. I perswade me, from her
Will fall some blessing to this Land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.

Sur.
But will the King
Digest this Letter of the Cardinals?
The Lord forbid.

Nor.
Marry Amen.

Suf.
No, no:
There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose,
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinall Campeius,
Is stolne away to Rome, hath 'tane no leaue,
Ha's left the cause o'th'King vnhandled, and
Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall,
To second all his plot. I do assure you,
The King cry'de Ha, at this.

Cham.
Now God incense him,
And let him cry Ha, lowder.

Norf.
But my Lord
When returnes Cranmer?

Suf.
He is return'd in his Opinions, which
Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce,
Together with all famous Colledges
Almost in Christendome: shortly (I beleeue)
His second Marriage shall be publishd, and
Her Coronation. Katherine no more
Shall be call'd Queene, but Princesse Dowager,
And Widdow to Prince Arthur.

Nor.
This same Cranmer's
A worthy Fellow, and hath tane much paine
In the Kings businesse.

Suf.
He has, and we shall see him
For it, an Arch-byshop.

Nor.
So I heare.

Suf.
'Tis so.
Enter Wolsey and Cromwell.
The Cardinall.

Nor.
Obserue, obserue, hee's moody.

Car.
The Packet Cromwell,
Gau't you the King?

Crom.
To his owne hand, in's Bed-chamber.

Card.
Look'd he o'th'inside of the Paper?

Crom.
Presently
He did vnseale them; and the first he view'd,
He did it with a Serious minde: a heede
Was in his countenance. You he bad
Attend him heere this Morning.

Card.
Is he ready to come abroad?

Crom.
I thinke by this he is.

Card.
Exit Cromwell.Leaue me a while.
It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson,
The French Kings Sister; He shall marry her.
Anne Bullen? No: Ile no Anne Bullen's for him,
There's more in't then faire Visage. Bullen?
No, wee'l no Bullens: Speedily I wish
To heare from Rome. The Marchionesse of Penbroke?

Nor.
He's discontented.

Suf.
Maybe he heares the King
Does whet his Anger to him.

Sur.
Sharpe enough,
Lord for thy Iustice.

Car.
The late Queenes Gentlewoman?
A Knights Daughter
To be her Mistris Mistris? The Queenes, Queene?
This Candle burnes not cleere, 'tis I must snuffe it,
Then out it goes. What though I know her vertuous
And well deseruing? yet I know her for
A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholsome to
Our cause, that she should lye i'th'bosome of
Our hard rul'd King. Againe, there is sprung vp
An Heretique, an Arch-one; Cranmer, one
Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King,
And is his Oracle.

Nor.
He is vex'd at something.

Enter King, reading of a Scedule.

Sur.
I would 'twer somthing (yt)that would fret the string,
The Master-cord on's heart.

Suf.
The King, the King.

King
What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
To his owne portion? And what expence by'th'houre
Seemes to flow from him? How, i'th'name of Thrift
Does he rake this together? Now my Lords,
Saw you the Cardinall?

Nor.
My Lord, we haue
Stood heere obseruing him. Some strange Commotion
Is in his braine: He bites his lip, and starts,
Stops on a sodaine, lookes vpon the ground,
Then layes his finger on his Temple: straight
Springs out into fast gate, then stops againe,
Strikes his brest hard, and anon, he casts
His eye against the Moone: in most strange Postures
We haue seene him set himselfe.

King.
It may well be,
There is a mutiny in's minde. This morning,
Papers of State he sent me, to peruse
As I requir'd: and wot you what I found
There (on my Conscience put vnwittingly)
Forsooth an Inuentory, thus importing
The seuerall parcels of his Plate his Treasure,
Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold, which
I finde at such proud Rate, that it out-speakes
Posession of a Subiect.

Nor.
It's Heauens will,
Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet,
To blesse your eye withall.

King.
If we did thinke

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