What appetite you have. [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey: the Nobles throng after him, smiling and whispering. Wol. What should this mean? What sudden anger 's this? how have I reap'd it? Leap'd from his eyes: so looks the chafed lion "Tis so; -'tis the account This The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell! I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Re-enter DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, EARL OF SURREY, and 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 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. As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton You ask with such a violence, the king (Mine and your master) with his own hand gave me: At Esher, in Surrey. Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honors, Wol. It must be himself then. Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest. Proud lord, thou liest: Wol. Thy ambition, Sur. 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 succor, from the king, from all That might have mercy on the fault thou gavest him; Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, Absolved him with an axe. Wol. This, and all else This talking lord can lay upon my credit, Found his deserts: how innocent I was His noble jury and foul cause can witness. That I, in the way of loyalty and truth |