SUFFOLK.
There’s order given for her coronation.
Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left
To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,
She is a gallant creature, and complete
In mind and feature. I persuade me, from her
Will fall some blessing to this land which shall
In it be memorized.
SURREY.
But will the King
Digest this letter of the Cardinal’s?
The Lord forbid!
NORFOLK.
Marry, amen!
SUFFOLK.
No, no.
There be more wasps that buzz about his nose
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius
Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta’en no leave;
Has left the cause o’ th’ King unhandled, and
Is posted, as the agent of our Cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you
The King cried “Ha!” at this.
CHAMBERLAIN.
Now, God incense him,
And let him cry “Ha!” louder.
NORFOLK.
But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
SUFFOLK.
He is returned in his opinions, which
Have satisfied the King for his divorce,
Together with all famous colleges
Almost in Christendom. Shortly, I believe,
His second marriage shall be published, and
Her coronation. Katherine no more
Shall be called Queen, but Princess Dowager
And widow to Prince Arthur.
NORFOLK.
This same Cranmer’s
A worthy fellow, and hath ta’en much pain
In the King’s business.
SUFFOLK.
He has, and we shall see him
For it an archbishop.
NORFOLK.
So I hear.