Suff. He ha's, and we shall see him
For it, an Arch-byshop
Nor. So I heare
Suf. 'Tis so.
Enter Wolsey and Cromwell.
The Cardinall
Nor. Obserue, obserue, hee's moody
Car. The Packet Cromwell,
Gau't you the King?
Crom. To his owne hand, in's Bed-chamber
Card. Look'd he o'th' inside of the Paper?
Crom. Presently
He did vnseale them, and the first he view'd,
He did it with a Serious minde: a heede
Was in his countenance. You he bad
Attend him heere this Morning
Card. Is he ready to come abroad?
Crom. I thinke by this he is
Card. Leaue me a while.
Exit Cromwell.