CAMPEIUS.
My lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace
In this man’s place before him?
WOLSEY.
Yes, he was.
CAMPEIUS.
Was he not held a learned man?
WOLSEY.
Yes, surely.
CAMPEIUS.
Believe me, there’s an ill opinion spread, then
Even of yourself, Lord Cardinal.
WOLSEY.
How? Of me?
CAMPEIUS.
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 grieved him
That he ran mad and died.
WOLSEY.
Heav’n’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 griped by meaner persons.
KING.
Deliver this with modesty to th’ Queen.
[Exit Gardiner.]