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. [Exit Wolsey.
Re-enter Wolsey, with Gardiner.[332]
Wol. [Aside to Gard.] Give me your hand: much joy and favour to you;[333]115
You are the king's now.
Gard. [Aside to Wol.] But to be commanded[333]
For ever by your grace, whose hand has raised me.
King. Come hither, Gardiner. [Walks and whispers.[334]
Cam. My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace
In this man's place before him?
Wol. Yes, he was. 120
Cam. Was he not held a learned man?
Wol. Yes, surely.
Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then,
Even of yourself, lord cardinal.