_Enter to the_ LORD CHAMBERLAIN, _the_ DUKES OF NORFOLK _and_ SUFFOLK.
_Nor._ Well met, my lord chamberlain.[299] 10
_Cham._ I left him private, Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
_Cham._ It seems the marriage with his brother's wife Has crept too near his conscience.
_Suf._ No, his conscience 15 Has crept too near another lady.
_Nor._ 'Tis so: This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal:[300] That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, Turns what he list. The king will know him one day.[301]
_Suf._ Pray God he do! he'll never know himself else.[302] 20
_Nor._ How holily he works in all his business![303] And with what zeal! for, now he has crack'd the league Between us and the emperor, the queen's great nephew.[304] He dives into the king's soul, and there scatters Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience,[305] 25 Fears and despairs; and all these for his marriage:[306] 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, 30 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 35 These news are every where; every tongue speaks 'em, And every true heart weeps for't: all that dare Look into these affairs see this main end,[307] The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open The king's eyes that so long have slept upon 40 This bold bad man.
_Nor._ We had need pray, And heartily, for our deliverance;[308] Or this imperious man will work us all From princes into pages: all men's honours 45 Lie like one lump before him, to be fashion'd[309] Into what pitch he please.[310]
_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 50 Touch me alike; they're breath I not believe in.[311] I knew him, and I know him; so I leave him To him that made him proud, the pope.
_Nor._ Let's in; And with some other business put the king From these sad thoughts that work too much upon him: 55 My lord, you'll bear us company?