| ACT II SCENE II | An ante-chamber in the palace. | |
| | Enter Chamberlain, reading a letter | |
| Chamberlain | 'My lord, the horses your lordship sent for, with | |
| | all the care I had, I saw well chosen, ridden, and | |
| | furnished. They were young and handsome, and of the | |
| | best breed in the north. When they were ready to | 5 |
| | 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 served before a | |
| | subject, if not before the king; which stopped our | |
| | mouths, sir.' | 10 |
| | I fear he will indeed: well, let him have them: | |
| | He will have all, I think. | |
| | Enter, to Chamberlain, NORFOLK and SUFFOLK | |
| NORFOLK | Well met, my lord chamberlain. | |
| Chamberlain | Good day to both your graces. | |
| SUFFOLK | How is the king employ'd? | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
| 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, | 25 |
| | 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, | 30 |
| | 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 | 35 |
| | 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, | 40 |
| | Will bless the king: and is not this course pious? | |
| Chamberlain | 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, | 45 |
| | 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, | 50 |
| | And heartily, for our deliverance; | |
| | Or this imperious man will work us all | |
| | From princes into pages: all men's honours | |
| | Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion'd | |
| | Into what pitch he please. | 55 |
| 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, they're breath I not believe in. | 60 |
| | 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: | 65 |
| | 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. | 70 |
| NORFOLK | Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. | |
| | Exit Chamberlain; and KING HENRY VIII draws thecurtain, and sits reading pensively | |
| SUFFOLK | How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted. | |
| KING HENRY VIII | Who's there, ha? | |
| NORFOLK | Pray God he be not angry. | |
| KING HENRY VIII | Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves | 75 |
| | 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 | 80 |
| | To know your royal pleasure. | |
| KING HENRY VIII | Ye are too bold: | |
| | Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: | |
| | Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha? | |
| | Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CARDINAL CAMPEIUS, witha commission | |
| | Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey, | 85 |
| | The quiet of my wounded conscience; | |
| | Thou art a cure fit for a king. | |
| | To CARDINAL CAMPEIUS | |
| | You're welcome, | |
| | Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom: | |
| | Use us and it. | 90 |
| | To CARDINAL WOLSEY | |
| | My good lord, have great care | |
| | I be not found a talker. | |
| CARDINAL WOLSEY | Sir, you cannot. | |
| | I would your grace would give us but an hour | |
| | Of private conference. | 95 |
| KING HENRY VIII | To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK | |
| | We are busy; go. | |
| NORFOLK | Aside to SUFFOLK | |
| | This priest has no pride in him? | |
| SUFFOLK | Aside to NORFOLK | |
| | I would not be so sick though for his place: | |
| | But this cannot continue. | |
| NORFOLK | Aside to SUFFOLK | |
| | I'll venture one have-at-him. | 100 |
| SUFFOLK | Aside to NORFOLK | |
| | Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK | |
| CARDINAL 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 blood and favour to her, | 105 |
| | 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 | 110 |
| | One general tongue unto us, this good man, | |
| | This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius; | |
| | Whom once more I present unto your highness. | |
| KING HENRY VIII | And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome, | |
| | And thank the holy conclave for their loves: | 115 |
| | They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd for. | |
| CARDINAL CAMPEIUS | 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 | 120 |
| | Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant | |
| | In the unpartial judging of this business. | |
| KING HENRY VIII | Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted | |
| | Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner? | |
| CARDINAL WOLSEY | I know your majesty has always loved her | 125 |
| | 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 HENRY VIII | Ay, and the best she shall have; and my favour | |
| | To him that does best: God forbid else. Cardinal, | 130 |
| | Prithee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary: | |
| | I find him a fit fellow. | |
| | Exit CARDINAL WOLSEY | |
| | Re-enter CARDINAL WOLSEY, with GARDINER | |
| CARDINAL WOLSEY | Aside to GARDINER | |
| | favour to you; | |
| | You are the king's now. | |
| GARDINER | Aside to CARDINAL WOLSEY | |
| | But to be commanded | 135 |
| | For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me. | |
| KING HENRY VIII | Come hither, Gardiner. | |
| | Walks and whispers | |
| CARDINAL CAMPEIUS | My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace | |
| | In this man's place before him? | |
| CARDINAL WOLSEY | Yes, he was. | 140 |
| CARDINAL CAMPEIUS | Was he not held a learned man? | |
| CARDINAL WOLSEY | Yes, surely. | |
| CARDINAL CAMPEIUS | Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then | |
| | Even of yourself, lord cardinal. | |
| CARDINAL WOLSEY | How! of me? | 145 |
| CARDINAL CAMPEIUS | 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 grieved him, | |
| | That he ran mad and died. | |
| CARDINAL WOLSEY | Heaven's peace be with him! | 150 |
| | 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, | 155 |
| | We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. | |
| KING HENRY VIII | Deliver this with modesty to the 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. | 160 |
| | 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. | |
| | Exeunt | |