_Nor._ A gracious king that pardons all offences 65 Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty this way Is business of estate, in which we come To know your royal pleasure. _King._ Ye are too bold:[316] Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha? 70 _Enter_ WOLSEY _and_ CAMPEIUS, _with a commission_.[317] Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience, Thou art a cure fit for a king. [_To Camp._] You're welcome,[318] Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom: Use us and it. [_To Wols._] My good lord, have great care[319] 75 I be not found a talker. _Wol._ Sir, you cannot. I would your grace would give us but an hour Of private conference. _King._ [_To Nor. and Suf._] We are busy; go. _Nor._ [_Aside to Suf._] This priest has no pride in him?[320] _Suf._ [_Aside to Nor._] Not to speak of:[321][322] I would not be so sick though for his place:[321] 80 But this cannot continue.[321][323] _Nor._ [_Aside to Suf._] If it do,[321][323] I'll venture one have-at-him.[324] _Suf._ [_Aside to Nor._] I another. [_Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk._ _Wol._ Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom[325] Above all princes, in committing freely Your scruple to the voice of Christendom: 85 Who can be angry now? what envy reach you? The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her, Must now confess, if they have any goodness, The trial just and noble. All the clerks, I mean the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms[326] 90 Have their free voices: Rome, the nurse of judgement,[327] Invited by your noble self, hath sent One general tongue unto us, this good man, This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius;[328] Whom once more I present unto your highness. 95 _King._ And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves: They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd for.[329] _Cam._ Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, You are so noble. To your highness' hand 100 I tender my commission; by whose virtue, The court of Rome commanding, you, my lord[330] Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant In the impartial judging of this business. _King._ Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted 105 Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner? _Wol._ I know your majesty has always loved her So dear in heart, not to deny her that[331] A woman of less place might ask by law, Scholars allow'd freely to argue for her. 110