What shall become of me now! wretched Lady! Wol. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our Ends are honeft, The way of our Profeffion is against it ; We are to cure fuch Sorrows, not to fow 'em. you do, How you may hurt your felf, ay, utterly Grow from the King's Acquaintance, by this Carriage.. So much they love it: But to fubborn Spirits, I know you have a gentle, noble Temper, A Soul as even as a Calm; pray think us, Those we profefs, Peace-makers, Friends and Servants. You wrong your Virtues With thefe weak Womens fears. A Noble Spirit, Such doubts as falfe Coin from it. The King loves you, To trust us in your Bufinefs) we are ready And pray forgive me, If I have us'd my felf unmannerly; Pray do my Service to his Majefty. He has my Heart yet; and fhall have my Prayers, While I fhall have my Life. Come, Reverend Fathers, That That little thought when the fet footing here, SCENE II. [Exeunt. Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey, and Lord Chamberlain, Nor. If you will now unite in your Complaints, The offer of this time, I cannot promife, Sur. I am joyful To meet the leaft Occafion that may give me Suf. Which of the Peers Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at leaft Cham. My Lords, you speak your Pleafures: Nor. O fear him not, His Spell in that is out; the King hath found The Hony of his Language. No, he's fettled, Sur. Sir, I should be glad to hear fuch News as this Nor. Believe it, this is true. In the Divorce, his contrary Proceedings As As I would with mine Enemy. Sur. How came His Practices to hight? Suf. Moft ftrangely. Sur. O how ? how? Suf. The Cardinal's Letters to the Pope mifcarried, A Creature of the Queen's, Lady Anne Bullen. Suf. Believe it. Sur. Will this work? Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coafts And hedges his own way. But in this Point, All his tricks founder, and he brings his Phyfick Sur. Would he had. Saf. May you be happy in your wish, my Lord, For I profess you have it. Sur. Now all my joy Trace the Conjunction. Suf. There's order given for her Coronation: Sur. But will the King Digeft this Letter of the Cardinal's? The Lord forbid. Nor. Marry, Amen. Suf. No, no: There be moe Wafps that buz about his Nose, Is ftoln away to Rome, hath ta'en no leave, Cham. Now God incenfe him; Suf. He is return'd with his Opinions, which Shall be call'd Queen, but Princess Dowager, Nor. This fame Cranmer's A worthy Fellow, and bath ta'en much pain Suf. He has, and we fhall fee him, For it, an Archbishop. Nor. So I hear. Suf. 'Tis fo. The Cardinal. Enter Wolfey and Cromwel, Nor. Observe, obferve, he's moody. Wol. The Packet, Cromwel, Gav't you the King? Crom. To his own Hand, in's Bed-chamber. He did unfeal them, and the firft he view'd, Wol. Is he ready to come Abroad? Wol. Leave me a while.. It shall be to the Dutchess of Alenfon, The French King's Sifter; he fhall marry [Exit Cromwel [Afide. her. Anne Anne Bullen!---No, I'll no Anne Bullens for him,- No, we'll no Bullens -Bullen!· Speedily I wish To hear from Rome-the Marchionefs of Pembrook!. Nor. He's difcontented. Suf. May be he hears the King Does whet his anger to him. Lord for thy Juftice. Wol. [Afide.] The late Queen's Gentlewoman! A Knight's Daughter! To be her Miftrefs's Mißtrefs! the Queen's Queen!- A fpleeny Lutheran, and not wholsom to Our Cause!that the fhould lye i'th' Bofom of And is his Oracle. Norf. He's vex'd at fomething. Enter King, reading of a Schedule. Sur. I would 'twere fomething that would fret the ftring The Mafter-cord on's Heart. Suf. The King, the King. King. What piles of Wealth hath he accumulated Nor. My Lord, we have Stood here obferving him. Some ftrange Commotion King. It may well be, There |