_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. _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. _Old L._ Hearts of most hard temper Melt and lament for her.