Wol. How! of me?
Cam. They will not stick to say you envied him,
And fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, 125
Kept him a foreign man still; which so grieved him
That he ran mad and died.
Wol. Heaven's peace be with him!
That's Christian care enough: for living murmurers
There's places of rebuke. He was a fool;
For he would needs be virtuous: that good fellow, 130
If I command him, follows my appointment:
I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother,
We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons.
King. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
[Exit Gardiner.
The most convenient place that I can think of 135
For such receipt of learning is Black-Friars;
There ye shall meet about this weighty business.
My Wolsey, see it furnish'd. O, my lord,
Would it not grieve an able man to leave
So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience! 140
O, 'tis a tender place; and I must leave her. [Exeunt.
Scene III. An ante-chamber of the Queen's apartments.[335]
Enter Anne Bullen and an old Lady.
Anne. Not for that neither: here's the pang that pinches:
His highness having lived so long with her, and she[336]
So good a lady that no tongue could ever
Pronounce dishonour of her—by my life,
She never knew harm-doing—O, now, after 5
So many courses of the sun enthroned,
Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which[337][338]
To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than[337]
'Tis sweet at first to acquire—after this process,[337]
To give her the avaunt! it is a pity 10
Would move a monster.