Suf. 'Tis so.
The cardinal!
Enter Wolsey and Cromwell.
Nor. Observe, observe, he's moody.[523] 75
Wol. The packet, Cromwell,[524]
Gave 't you the king?[524]
Crom. To his own hand, in's bedchamber.[525]
Wol. Look'd he o' the inside of the paper?[526]
Crom. Presently
He did unseal them, and the first he view'd,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed 80
Was in his countenance. You he bade[527]
Attend him here this morning.[528]
Wol. Is he ready[528]
To come abroad?[528]
Crom. I think, by this he is.[528]
Wol. Leave me awhile. [Exit Cromwell.
[Aside] It shall be to the Duchess of Alençon,[529] 85
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![530]
No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish
To hear from Rome. The Marchioness of Pembroke! 90