Act 3. Scene II - Page 2

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In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her
Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall
In it be memorised.

SURREY
But, will the king
Digest this letter of the cardinal's?
The Lord forbid!

NORFOLK
Marry, amen!

SUFFOLK
No, no;
There be moe wasps that buzz about his nose
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius
Is stol'n away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;
Has left the cause o' the king unhandled; and
Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you
The king cried Ha! at this.

Chamberlain
Now, God incense him,
And let him cry Ha! louder!

NORFOLK
But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?

SUFFOLK
He is return'd in his opinions; which
Have satisfied the king for his divorce,
Together with all famous colleges
Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe,
His second marriage shall be publish'd, and
Her coronation. Katharine no more
Shall be call'd queen, but princess dowager
And widow to Prince Arthur.

NORFOLK
This same Cranmer's
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
In the king's business.

SUFFOLK
He has; and we shall see him
For it an archbishop.

NORFOLK
So I hear.

SUFFOLK
'Tis so.
The cardinal!

Enter CARDINAL WOLSEY and CROMWELL

NORFOLK
Observe, observe, he's moody.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
The packet, Cromwell.
Gave't you the king?

CROMWELL
To his own hand, in's bedchamber.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
Look'd he o' the inside of the paper?

CROMWELL
Presently
He did unseal them: and the first he view'd,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed
Was in his countenance. You he bade
Attend him here this morning.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
Is he ready
To come abroad?

CROMWELL
I think, by this he is.

CARDINAL WOLSEY
Leave me awhile.

Exit CROMWELL

Aside

It shall be to the Duchess of Alencon,
The French king's sister: he shall marry her.
Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him:
There's more in't than fair visage. Bullen!
No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish
To hear from Rome. The Marchioness of Pembroke!

NORFOLK
He's discontented.

SUFFOLK
May be, he hears the king
Does whet his anger to him.

SURREY
Sharp enough,
Lord, for thy justice!

CARDINAL WOLSEY
[Aside] The late queen's gentlewoman,
a knight's daughter,
To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen!
This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it;
Then out it goes. What though I know her virtuous
And well