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I thank your Grace: Healthful, and ever since a fresh Admirer Of what I saw there. Be advised; Heat not a Furnace for your foe so hight That it do sing your self. We may outrun By violent swiftness that which we run at; And loose by overrunning-weedy: know you not, The fire that mounts the liquour til't run over, In seeming to augment it, wasts it: be advised; I say again there is no English Soul More stronger to direct you then your self; If with the sap of reason you would quench, Or but allay the fire of passion. Say not treasonous. Faith, and so it did. I am sorry To hear this of him; and could wish he were Something mistaken in't. Not almost appears, It does appear; for, upon these Taxations, The Clothiers all not able to maintain The many to them longing, have put off The Spinsters, Carders, Fullers, Weavers, who Unfit for other life, compelled by hunger And lack of other means, in desperate manner Daring the event too the teeth, are all in uproar, And danger serves among them. Well met my Lord Chamberlain. What's the cause? 'Tis so; This is the Cardinals doing: The King-Cardinall, That blind Priest, Like the eldest Son of Fortune, Turns what he list. The King will know him one day. How holily he works in all his business, And with what zeal? For now he has cracked the League Between us & the Emperor (the Queen's great Nephew) He dives into the Kings Soul, and there scatters Dangers, doubts, wringing of the Conscience, Fears, and despairs, and all these for his Marriage. And out of all these, to restore the King, He counsels a Divorce, a lose of her That Like a Jewel, ha hung twenty years About his neck, yet never lost her lustre; Of her that loves him with that excellence, That Angels love good men with: Even of her, That when the greatest stroke of Fortune falls Will bless the King: and is not this course pious? We had needs pray, And heartily, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us all From Princes into Pages: all men's honours Lie Like one lump before him, to be fashioned Into what pitch he please. Let's in; And with some other business, put the King From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon him: My Lord, yowl bear us company? If you will now unite in your Complaints, And force them with a Constancy, the Cardinal Cannot stand under them. If you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promise, But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, With these you bear already. But my Lord When returns Cranmer ? Who waits there? Do you think my Lords The King will suffer but the little finger Of this man to be vexed? betwixt Guynes and Arde, I was then present, saw them salute on Horseback, Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung In their Embracement, as they grew together, Which had they What four Throned ones could have weighed Such a compounded one? Then you lost The view of earthly glory: Men might say Till this time Pomp was single, but now married To one above it self. Each following day Became the next days master, till the last Made former Wonders, it's. To day the French, All Clinquant all in Gold, Like Heathen Gods Shone down the English; and to morrow, they Made Britain, India: Every man that stood, Show worser Like a Mine Their Dwarfish Pages were As Cherubins, all gilded: the Madams too, Not used to toil, did almost sweat to bear The Pride upon them, that their very labour Was to them, as a Painting. Now this Mask Was cried incompareable; and the ensuing night Made it a Fool, and Beggar. The two Kings Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst As presence did present them: Him in eye, Still him in praise, and being present both, 'Twas said they saw but one, and no Discerner Durst wag his Tongue in censure, when these Suns (For so they phrase they) by their Heralds challenged The Noble Spirits to Arms, they did perform Beyond thoughts Compass, that former fabulous Story Being now seen, possible enough, God credit That Bevis was believed. As I belong to worship, and affect In Honour, Honesty, the tract of every thing, Would by a good Discourser lose some life, Which Actions self, was tongue too. As you guess: One certes, that promises no Element In such a business. All this was ordered by the good Discretion Of the right Reverend Cardinal of York. Surely Sir, There's in him stuff, that put's him to these ends: For being not propped by Ancestry, whose grace Chalks Successors their way; nor called upon For high feats done to the Crown; neither Allied To eminent Assistants; but Spiderlike Out of his Selfe-drawing Web. Oh gives us note, The force of his own merit makes his way A gift that heaven gives for him, which buys A place next to the King. Greeuingly I think, The Peace between the French and us, not valves The Cost that did conclude it. Which is budded out, For France hath flawed the League, and hath attached Our Merchant's goods at Burdeux. Marry is't. Like it your Grace, The State takes notice of the private difference Betwixt you, and the Cardinal. I advise you (And take it from a heart, that wishes towards you Honour, and plenteous safety) that you read The Cardinals Malice, and his Potency Together; To consider further, that What his high Hatred would effect, wants not A Minister in his Power. You know his Nature, That he's Revengeful; and I know, his Sword Hath a sharp edge: It's long, an't may be said It reaches far, and where it'll not extend, Thither he darts it. Bosom up my counsel, You'll find it wholesome. Lo, where comes that Rock That I advice your shunning. What are you chaffed? Ask God for Temperance, that's the appliance only Which your disease requires. Stay my Lord, And let your Reason with your Choler question What it's you go about: to climb steep hills Requires flow pace at first. Anger is Like A full hight Horse, who being allowed his way Selfe-mettle tires him: Not a man in England Can advise me Like you: Be to your self, As you would to your Friend. Oh fear him not, His spell in that is out: the King hath found Matter against him, that for ever mars The Honey of his Language. No, he's settled (Not to come off) in his displeasure. Believe it, this is true. In the Divorce, his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded: wherein he appears, As I would wish mine Enemy. All men's. Marry Amen. This same Cranmer is A worthy Fellow, and hath taken much pain In the Kings business. So I hear. Observe, observe, he's moody. He's discontented. He is vexed at something. 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 Springs out into fast gate, 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. It's Heavens will, Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet, To bless your eye withal. Hear the Kings pleasure Cardinal, Who commands you To render up the Great Seal presently Into our hands, and to Confine your self To Asher-house, my Lord of Winchesters, Till you hear further from his Highness. Those Articles, my Lord, are in the Kings hand: But thus much, they are foul ones. Then, That in all you writ to Room, or else To Foreign Princes, Ego & Rex meus Was still inscribed: in which you brought the King To be your Servant. And so we'll leave you to your Meditations How to live better. For your stubborn answer About the giving back the Great Seal to us, The King shall know it, and (no doubt) shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal. Thanks my good Lord Chamberlain. Pray God he be not angry. A gracious King, that pardons all offences Malice never meant: Our breach of Duty this way Is business of Estate; in which, we come To know your Royal pleasure. This Priest ha no pride in him? If it do, I'll venture one; have at him.