SURVEYOR.
On my soul, I’ll speak but truth.
I told my lord the Duke, by th’ devil’s illusions
The monk might be deceived, and that ’twas dangerous
For him to ruminate on this so far until
It forged him some design, which, being believed,
It was much like to do. He answered, “Tush,
It can do me no damage,” adding further
That had the King in his last sickness failed,
The Cardinal’s and Sir Thomas Lovell’s heads
Should have gone off.
KING.
Ha! What, so rank? Ah ha!
There’s mischief in this man. Canst thou say further?
SURVEYOR.
I can, my liege.
KING.
Proceed.
SURVEYOR.
Being at Greenwich,
After your Highness had reproved the Duke
About Sir William Bulmer—
KING.
I remember
Of such a time, being my sworn servant,
The Duke retained him his. But on. What hence?
SURVEYOR.
“If,” quoth he, “I for this had been committed,”
As to the Tower, I thought, “I would have played
The part my father meant to act upon
Th’ usurper Richard who, being at Salisbury,
Made suit to come in ’s presence; which if granted,
As he made semblance of his duty, would
Have put his knife into him.”
KING.
A giant traitor!
WOLSEY.
Now, madam, may his Highness live in freedom,
And this man out of prison?
QUEEN KATHERINE.
God mend all.