_Re-enter to_ WOLSEY _the_ DUKES OF NORFOLK _and_ SUFFOLK, _the_ EARL OF SURREY, _and the_ LORD CHAMBERLAIN. _Nor._ Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you[572] To render up the great seal presently Into our hands; and to confine yourself 230 To Asher-house, my Lord of Winchester's,[573] Till you hear further from his highness. _Wol._ Stay: Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry[574] Authority so weighty.[575] _Suf._ Who dare cross 'em, Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly? 235 _Wol._ Till I find more than will or words to do it--[576] I mean your malice--know, officious lords, I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel Of what coarse metal ye are moulded--envy:[577] How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,[578] 240 As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton[579] Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin![580] Follow your envious courses, men of malice;[580] You have Christian warrant for 'em, and, no doubt,[581] In time will find their fit rewards. That seal 245 You ask with such a violence, the king,[582] Mine and your master, with his own hand gave me; Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours, During my life; and, to confirm his goodness, Tied it by letters-patents: now, who'll take it?[583] 250 _Sur._ The king, that gave it. _Wol._ It must be himself, then. _Sur._ Thou art a proud traitor, priest.[584] _Wol._ Proud lord, thou liest: Within these forty hours Surrey durst better[585] Have burnt that tongue than said so. _Sur._ Thy ambition, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land 255 Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law: The heads of all thy brother cardinals, With thee and all thy best parts bound together, Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy! You sent me deputy for Ireland; 260 Far from his succour, from the king, from all That might have mercy on the fault thou gavest him; Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, Absolved him with an axe.