Page 1658 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

How sad he looks; sure he is much afflicted.

KING
Who’s there, ha?

NORFOLK
Pray God he be not angry.

KING
Who’s there, I say? How dare you thrust yourselves
Into my private meditations?
Who am I, ha? [65]

NORFOLK
A gracious king that pardons all offences
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.
Go to; I’ll make ye know your times of business. [70]
Is this an hour for temporal affairs, ha?
Enter Wolsey and Campeius with a commission
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 Campeius] You’re welcome,
Most learnèd reverend sir, into our kingdom; [75]

Use us, and it. [To Wolsey] My good lord, have great care
I be not found a talker.

WOLSEY
Sir, you cannot.
I would your grace would give us but an hour
Of private conference.

KING