WOLSEY.
Looked he o’ th’ inside of the paper?
CROMWELL.
Presently
He did unseal them, and the first he viewed,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed
Was in his countenance. You he bade
Attend him here this morning.
WOLSEY.
Is he ready
To come abroad?
CROMWELL.
I think by this he is.
WOLSEY.
Leave me a while.
[Exit Cromwell.]
[Aside.] It shall be to the Duchess of Alençon,
The French king’s sister; he shall marry her.
Anne Bullen? No; I’ll no Anne Bullens for him.
There’s more in’t than fair visage. Bullen?
No, we’ll no Bullens. Speedily I wish
To hear from Rome. The Marchioness of Pembroke!
NORFOLK.
He’s discontented.
SUFFOLK.
Maybe he hears the King
Does whet his anger to him.
SURREY.
Sharp enough,
Lord, for thy justice!