Act II, Scene 2
London. An ante-chamber in the palace.
- Enter Lord Chamberlain reading this letter.
Lord Chamberlain1 - 3
- “My lord, the horses your lordship sent for, with all the care I 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
Duke of Norfolk4
- Well met, my Lord Chamberlain.
- Good day to both your Graces.
Duke of Suffolk6
- How is the King employ’d?
Lord Chamberlain7 - 8
- I left him private,
- Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
Duke of Norfolk9
- What’s the cause?
Lord Chamberlain10 - 11
- It seems the marriage with his brother’s wife
- Has crept too near his conscience.
Duke of Suffolk12 - 13
- No, his conscience
- Has crept too near another lady.
Duke of Norfolk14 - 17
- ’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.
Duke of Suffolk18
- Pray God he do, he’ll never know himself else.
Duke of Norfolk19 - 32
- 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?
Lord Chamberlain33 - 39
- 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.
Duke of Suffolk40
- And free us from his slavery.
Duke of Norfolk41 - 46
- We had need pray,
- And heartily, for our deliverance,
- Or this imperious man will work us all
- From princes into pages. All men’s honors
- Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion’d
- Into what pitch he please.
Duke of Suffolk47 - 53
- 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.
Duke of Norfolk54 - 57
- 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 Chamberlain58 - 61
- Excuse me,
- The King has sent me otherwhere. Besides,
- You’ll find a most unfit time to disturb him.
- Health to your lordships.
Duke of Norfolk62
- Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain.
- Exit Lord Chamberlain.
- The King draws the curtain and sits reading pensively.
Duke of Suffolk63
- How sad he looks! Sure he is much afflicted.
- Who’s there? Ha?
Duke of Norfolk65
- Pray God he be not angry.
King66 - 68
- Who’s there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves
- Into my private meditations?
- Who am I? Ha?
Duke of Norfolk69 - 72
- A gracious king that pardons all offenses
- Malice ne’er meant. Our breach of duty this way
- Is business of estate; in which we come
- To know your royal pleasure.
King73 - 83
- 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 learned reverend sir, into our kingdom,
- Use us and it.
- To Wolsey.
- My good lord, have great care
- I be not found a talker.
Cardinal Wolsey84 - 86
- Sir, you cannot.
- I would your Grace would give us but an hour
- Of private conference.
- To Norfolk and Suffolk.
- We are busy; go.
Duke of Norfolk88
- Aside to Suffolk
- This priest has no pride in him?
Duke of Suffolk89 - 91
- Aside to Norfolk
- Not to speak of.
- I would not be so sick though for his place.
- But this cannot continue.
Duke of Norfolk92 - 93
- Aside to Suffolk
- If it do,
- I’ll venture one; have at him!
Duke of Suffolk94
- Aside to Norfolk
- I another.
- Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.
Cardinal Wolsey95 - 107
- Your Grace has given a president 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 favor 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 learned priest, Card’nal Campeius,
- Whom once more I present unto your Highness.
King108 - 110
- 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.
Campeius111 - 116
- 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 join’d with me their servant
- In the unpartial judging of this business.
King117 - 118
- Two equal men. The Queen shall be acquainted
- Forthwith for what you come. Where’s Gardiner?
Cardinal Wolsey119 - 122
- 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.
King123 - 126
- Ay, and the best she shall have; and my favor
- 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.
- Enter Wolsey with Gardiner.
Cardinal Wolsey127 - 128
- Aside to Gardiner
- Give me your hand. Much joy and favor to you;
- You are the King’s now.
Gardiner129 - 130
- Aside to Wolsey
- But to be commanded
- Forever by your Grace, whose hand has rais’d me.
- Come hither, Gardiner.
- Walks and whispers.
Campeius132 - 133
- My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace
- In this man’s place before him?
- Yes, he was.
- Was he not held a learned man?
- Yes, surely.
Campeius137 - 138
- Believe me, there’s an ill opinion spread then,
- Even of yourself, Lord Cardinal.
- How? Of me?
Campeius140 - 143
- 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 griev’d him,
- That he ran mad, and died.
Cardinal Wolsey144 - 150
- Heav’n’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 grip’d by meaner persons.
King151 - 158
- Deliver this with modesty to th’ 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 furnish’d. 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.