Page 1691 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

The King, the King!

KING
What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
To his own portion! And what expense by th’hour
Seems to flow from him! How, i’th’name of thrift,
Does he rake this together? − Now, my lords, [110]

Saw you the Cardinal?

NORFOLK
My lord, we have
Stood here observing him. Some strange commotion
Is in his brain; he bites his lip, and starts,

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

His eye against the moon: in most strange postures
We have seen him set himself.

KING
It may well be,
There is a mutiny in’s mind. This morning [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 outspeaks
Possession of a subject.

NORFOLK
It’s heaven’s will;

Some spirit put this paper in the packet
To bless your eye withal.

KING