Were you there?

1 GENT. Yes, indeed was I. 2 GENT. Pray speak what has happen'd? 1 GENT. You may guess quickly what. 2 GENT. Is he found guilty? 1 GENT. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't. 2 GENT. I am sorry for 't. 1 GENT.

So are a number more. 2 GENT. But, pray, how pass'd it? [duke 1 GENT. I'll tell you in a little. The great Came to the bar; where, to his accusations He pleaded still, not guilty, and alleg'd Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.

The king's attorney, on the contrary,

Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions
Of divers witnesses; which the duke desir'd

To have brought, vivá voce, to his face:
At which appear'd against him, his surveyor,
Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor, and John Car,
Confessor to him; with that devil-monk,
Hopkins, that made this mischief.
2 GENT.
That fed him with his prophecies ?

1 GENT.

That was he,

The same. All these accus'd him strongly; which he fain Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could

not:

Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard,
Flying for succour to his servant Banister,
Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd,
And without trial fell; God's peace be with him!
Henry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying
My father's loss, like a most royal prince,
Restor❜d me to my honours, and, out of ruins,
Made my name once more noble.
Now his son,
Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all
That made me happy, at one stroke has taken
For ever from the world. I had my trial,
And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes

me

A little happier than my wretched father:
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes,--both
Fell by our servants, by those men we lov'd most;
A most unnatural and faithless service!
Heaven has an end in all: yet, you that hear me,
This from a dying man receive as certain :-
Where you are liberal of your loves and counsels,
Be sure you be not loose; for those you make
friends,

And give your hearts to, when they once perceive
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again
But where they mean to sink ye.
people,
Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last
hour

All good

Is found a truth now: for it grows again
Fresher than e'er it was; and held for certain
The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal,
Or some about him near, have, out of malice
To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple
That will undo her: to confirm this too,
Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately;
As all think, for this business.

1 GENT. 'Tis the cardinal; And merely to revenge him on the emperor, For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purpos'd. 2 GENT. I think you have hit the mark: but is't not cruel,

That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal

Will have his will, and she must fall.

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter.

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 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.

I fear he will, indeed: well, let him have them; He will have all, I think.

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 mar-
riage:

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?
CHAM. Heaven keep me from such counsel!
'Tis most true,

These news are everywhere; 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.

NORF. We had need pray, 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.

SUF.

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. I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him To him that made him proud, the pope.

NORF.

:

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?
CHAM.
Excuse me ;
The king has sent me otherwhere besides,
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him:
Health to your lordships.

:

NORF. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain.

NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The KING is discovered sitting, and reading pensively.

SUF. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.

[Exeunt NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. WOL. 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 by blood and favour 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, cardinal Campeius,-
Whom once more I present unto your highness.

a I'll venture one have-at-him ] The second folio reads, "one heave at him."

K. HEN. 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.

CAM. 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.

K. HEN. Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted

Forthwith for what you come.-Where's Gardiner?
WOL. 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.

K. HEN. Ay, and the best she shall have; and my favour

To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal,
Pry'thee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary;
I find him a fit fellow.
[Exit WOLSEY.

CAM. 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.
WOL.
Heaven'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.

K. HEN. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
[Exit GARDINER.