KING.
Ay, and the best she shall have, and my favour
To him that does best. God forbid else. Cardinal,
Prithee call Gardiner to me, my new secretary.
I find him a fit fellow.
Enter Gardiner.
WOLSEY.
[Aside to Gardiner.]
Give me your hand. Much joy and favour to you;
You are the King’s now.
GARDINER.
[Aside to Wolsey.] But to be commanded
For ever by your Grace, whose hand has raised me.
KING.
Come hither, Gardiner.
[The King and Gardiner walk and whisper.]
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.