It's heaven's will:

Nor.

Some spirit put this paper in the packet,
To bless your eye withal.

K. Hen.

If we did think
His contemplation were above the earth,
And fix'd on spiritual objects, he should still
Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid

His thinkings are below the moon, not worth
His serious considering.

Wol.

[Takes his seat, and whispers LOVELL, who goes to WOLSEY.

Heaven forgive me!—

Ever God bless your highness !

K. Hen.

Good my lord,

You're full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory
Of your best graces in your mind; the which

You were now running o'er: you have scarce time
To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span
To keep your earthly audit: sure, in that
I deem you an ill husband, and am glad
To have you therein my companion.

For holy offices I have a time; a time
To think upon the part of business which
I bear i' the state; and nature does require
Her times of preservation, which perforce
I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
Must give my tendance to.

K. Hen.

You have said well,

Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together, As I will lend you cause, my doing well

With my well saying!

K. Hen.

'Tis well said again;

And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:

And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you :
He said he did; and with his deed did crown

His word upon you. Since I had my office,

I've kept you next my heart; have not alone
Employ'd you where high profits might come home,
But par'd my present havings, to bestow
My bounties upon you.

Wol. [Aside.]

What should this mean?

Sur. [Aside to the others.] The Lord increase this business!
K. Hen.
Have I not made you
The prime man of the state? I pray you, tell me,

If what I now pronounce you have found true :
And, if you may confess it, say withal,

If you are bound to us or no.

What say you?

Wol. My sovereign, I confess your royal graces,
Shower'd on me daily, have been more than could
My studied purposes requite; which went
Beyond all man's endeavours :—my endeavours
Have ever come too short of my desires,
Yet fil'd with my abilities: mine own ends
Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed
To the good of your most sacred person and
The profit of the state. For your great graces
Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks;
My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty
Which ever has and ever shall be growing,
Till death, that winter, kill it.

K. Hen.

A loyal and obedient subject is

Fairly answer'd;

Therein illustrated: the honour of it

Does pay the act of it; as, i' the contrary,
The foulness is the punishment.

I presume

That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you,

My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour, more
On you than any; so your hand and heart,
Your brain, and every function of your power,
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,

As 'twere in love's particular, be more

To me, your friend, than any.

That for your highness' good I ever labour'd

More than mine own; that I am true, and will be,—
Though all the world should crack their duty to you,
And throw it from their soul; though perils did
Abound, as thick as thought could make 'em, and
Appear in forms more horrid,—yet my duty,
As doth a rock against the chiding flood,

Should the approach of this wild river break,
And stand unshaken yours.

K. Hen.

'Tis nobly spoken.Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, For you have seen him open't.—Read o'er this;

And after, this: and then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.

Wol.

[Giving him papers.

[Exit, frowning upon WOLSEY: the Nobles throng after him, smiling and whispering.

What should this mean?

What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it ?
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin

Leap'd from his eyes: so looks the chafed lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him ;
Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper;
I fear, the story of his anger.-'Tis so ;

This paper has undone me :-'tis th' account

Of all that world of wealth I've drawn together
For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the Popedom,
And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence,

Fit for a fool to fall by! what cross devil
Made me put this main secret in the packet

I sent the king ?-Is there no way to cure this?
No new device to beat this from his brains?

I know 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know

A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune,

Will bring me off again.—What's this?" To the Pope "!
The letter, as I live, with all the business

I writ to 's holiness. Nay, then, farewell!

I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness :

And, from that full meridian of my glory,

I haste now to my setting: I shall fall

Like a bright exhalation in the evening,

And no man see me more.

Re-enter the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, the EARL OF SURREY, and the LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal; who commands

you

To render up the great seal presently
Into our hands; and to confine yourself
To Asher-house, my Lord of Winchester's,
Till you hear further from his highness.
Wol.

Stay,

Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry
Authority so weighty.

Suf.

Who dare cross 'em,

Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?

Wol. Till I find more than will or words to do it,

I mean your malice,-know, officious lords,

I dare and must deny it. Now I feel

Of what coarse metal ye are moulded,-envy :
How eagerly ye follow my disgrace,

As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton
Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin!
Follow your envious courses, men of malice;
You've Christian warrant for 'em, and, no doubt,
In time will find their fit rewards. That seal,
You ask with such a violence, the king-

Mine and your master-with his own hand gave me ;
Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours,
During my life; and, to confirm his goodness,
Tied it by letters-patents :-now, who'll take it?
The king, that gave it.

Sur.

Wol.

It must be himself, then.

Thou'rt a proud traitor, priest.

Proud lord, thou liest :

Thy ambition,

Sur.
Wol.
Within these forty hours Surrey durst better
Have burnt that tongue than said so.

Sur.

Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land
Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law:

The heads of all thy brother cardinals

With thee and all thy best parts bound together—
Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy!
You sent me deputy for Ireland ;

Far from his succour, from the king, from all

That might have mercy on the fault thou gav'st him :
Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,
Absolv'd him with an axe.

Wol.

This, and all else

This talking lord can lay upon my credit,
I answer is most false. The duke by law
Found his deserts: how innocent I was
From any private malice in his end,
His noble jury and foul cause can witness.
If I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you
You have as little honesty as honour;

That I in the way of loyalty and truth

Toward the king, my ever royal master,

Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be,
And all that love his follies.

Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou shouldst feel My sword i' the life-blood of thee else. My lords,

Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ?

And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely,
To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,

And dare us with his cap like larks.

Wol.

Is poison to thy stomach.

Sur.

All goodness

Yes, that goodness

Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,

Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;

The goodness of your intercepted packets

You writ to the Pope against the king: your goodness, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.—

My Lord of Norfolk,-as you're truly noble,

As you respect the common good, the state

Of our despis'd nobility, our issues,

Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,

Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles

Collected from his life :-I'll startle you.

Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this man,

But that I'm bound in charity against it!

Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand : But, thus much, they are foul ones.

So much fairer

Wol.
And spotless shall mine innocence arise,
When the king knows my truth.