_Wol._ [_Aside_] The late queen's gentlewoman, a knight's daughter,[529][531] To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen! 95 This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it; Then out it goes. What though I know her virtuous And well deserving? yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to Our cause, that she should lie i' the bosom of[532] 100 Our hard-ruled king. Again, there is sprung up[532] An heretic, an arch one, Cranmer, one Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king, And is his oracle. _Nor._ He is vex'd at something.[533] _Sur._ I would 'twere something that would fret the string,[534] 105 The master-cord on's heart![535] _Enter_ KING, _reading of a schedule, and_ LOVELL. _Suf._ The king, the king! _King._ What piles of wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! and what expense by the hour[536] Seems to flow from him! How, i' the name of thrift, Does he rake this together! Now, my lords, 110 Saw you the cardinal? _Nor._ My lord, we have Stood here observing him: some strange commotion Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts;[537] Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground, Then lays his finger on his temple; straight 115 Springs out into fast gait; then stops again, Strikes his breast hard, and anon he casts[538][539] His eye against the moon: in most strange postures[539] We have seen him set himself.[539][540] _King._ It may well be;[541] There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning[541] 120 Papers of state he sent me to peruse, As I required: and wot you what I found There, on my conscience, put unwittingly? Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing, The several parcels of his plate, his treasure, 125 Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household, which I find at such proud rate that it out-speaks[542] Possession of a subject. _Nor._ It's heaven's will: Some spirit put this paper in the packet, To bless your eye withal. _King._ If we did think, 130 His contemplation were above the earth,[543] And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still[544] Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid His thinkings are below the moon, not worth[545] His serious considering. [_King takes his seat; whispers Lovell, who goes to the Cardinal._ _Wol._ Heaven forgive me! 135 Ever God bless your highness!