Page 1696 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Into our hands, and to confine yourself [230]
To Asher House, my lord of Winchester’s,
Till you hear further from his highness.

WOLSEY
Stay:
Where’s your commission, lords? Words cannot carry

Authority so weighty.

SUFFOLK
Who dare cross ’em,
Bearing the King’s will from his mouth expressly? [235]

WOLSEY
Till I find more than will or words to do it −

I mean your malice − know, officious lords,
I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel
Of what coarse metal ye are moulded − envy;
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces [240]
As if it fed ye, and how sleek and wanton

Ye appear in everything may bring my ruin!
Follow your envious courses, men of malice:
You have Christian warrant for ’em, and no doubt

In time will find their fit rewards. That seal [245]
You ask with such a violence, the King,
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? [250]

SURREY
The King that gave it.

WOLSEY
It must be himself then.

SURREY