From thefe fad thoughts, that work too much upon him: -My lord, you'll bear us company? Cham. Excufe me; The king hath fent me other-where: befides, Nor. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. A Door opens, and discovers the King fitting and reading penfively. Suf. How fad he looks! fure, he is much afflicted. King. Who's there! ha? Nor. Pray God, he be not angry. King. Who's there, I fay? How dare you thruft yourselves Into my private meditations? Who am I? ha? Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences, Malice ne'er meant: Our breach of duty, this way, Is bufinefs of eftate; in which, we come To know your royal pleasure. King. You are too bold: Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha? Enter WOLSEY, and CAMPEIUs with a Commiffion. Who's there? my good lord cardinal ?-O my Wolfey, The quiet of my wounded confcience ! Thou art a cure fit for a king.-You're welcome, [To CAMPEIUS. Moft learned reverend fir, into our kingdom; Ufe us, and it :-My good lord, have great care I be not found a talker.[3] Wol. Sir, you cannot. [To WOLSEY. I would your grace would give us but an hour Of private conference. King. We are bufy; go. [To NORF. and SUF. Nor. This priest has no pride in him. Suf. Not to speak of; I would not be fo fick though, for his place :[4] [3] I take the meaning to be, Let care be taken that my promife be performed, that my profeffions of welcome be not found empty talk.' JOH. [4] That is, fo fick as he is proud. JOHNS. Suf. I another. [Exeunt NORF. and SuF. Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom Above all princes, in committing freely Your fcruple to the voice of Christendom. Who can be angry now? what envy reach you? I mean, the learned ones, in chriftian kingdoms, One general tongue unto us, this good man, come, And thank the holy conclave for their loves; I tender my commiffion; by whofe virtue King. Two equal men. The queen fhall be acquainted King. Ay, and the beft, fhe fhall have; and my favour To him that does beft; God forbid elfe. Cardinal, Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary ; I find him a fit fellow. Cardinal goes out, and re-enters with GARDINER. Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour to you: You are the king's now. Gard. But to be commanded For ever by your grace, whofe hand has rais'd me. [Afide. King. Come hither, Gardiper. [Walks and whispers. Cam. My lord of York, was not one doctor Pace In this man's place before him? Wol. Yes, he was. Cam. Was he not held a learned man ? Wol. Yes, furely. Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Even of yourself, lord cardinal. Wol. How! of me? Cam. They will not stick to say, you envy'd him; And, fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous, Kept him a foreign man still :[5] which so griev’d him, That he ran mad, and dy'd. Wol. Heaven's peace be with him! That's Chriftian care enough: for living murmurers, For he would needs be virtuous: That good fellow, King. Deliver this with modefty to the queen. Would it not grieve an able man to leave So fweet a bed fellow? But, confcience! confcience! O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [Exeunt. SCENE III. An Anti-Chamber of the Queen's Apartments. Enter Anne. Nor for that neither :-Here's the pang that pinches : His highnefs having liv'd fo long with her; and the Still growing in a majesty and pomp,-the which [5] Kept him out of the king's prefence, employed in foreign embaffies. JOHNS. To leave is a thousand fold more bitter, than Would move a monfter. Old L. Hearts of moft hard temper 'Melt and lament for her. Anne. O, God's will! much better, She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, Old L. Alas, poor lady! Old L. Our content Is our best having.[9] Anne. By my troth, and maidenhead, I would not be a queen. Old L. Befhrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for't; and fo would you, For all this fpice of your hypocrify : You, that have fo fair parts of woman on you, Affected eminence, wealth, fovereignty; Which, to fay footh, are bleffings (Saving your mincing) the capacity and which gifts Of your foft cheverii confcience would receive,[1] Anne. Nay, good troth, Old L. Yes, troth and troth,-You would not be a queen? Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. [6] To fend her away contemptuously; to pronounce against her a fentence of ejection. JOHNS. [7] He calls Fortune a quarrel or arrow, from her ftriking fo deep and fuddenly. Quarrel was a large arrow fo called. Thus Fairfax, 'Twang'd the ftring, out flew the quarrel long.' WARB. [8] Again an alien; not only no longer queen, but no longer an Englishwoman. JOHNS. [3] That is, our beft poffeffion. In Spanish, hazienda. JOHNS, Cheveril is kid-skin, soft leather. ib. Old L. 'Tis ftrange; a three-pence bow'd would hire me, Old as I am, to queen it: But, I pray you, What think you of a dutchefs? have you limbs To bear that load of title? Anne. No, in truth. Old L. Then you are weakly made: Pluck off a little; I would not be a young count in your way, For more than blushing comes to: if your back Cannot vouchsafe this burden, 'tis too weak Ever to get a boy. Anne. How do you talk! I swear again, I would not be a queen Old L. In faith, for little England You'd venture an emballing :[2] I myfelf Would for Carnarvon fhire, although there 'long'd Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What wer't worth to know The fecret of your conference ? Anne. My good lord, Not your demand; it values not your asking: Our mistress' forrows we were pitying. Cham. It was a gentle bufinefs, and becoming Anne. Now I pray God, amen! Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly bleffings Follow fuch creatures. That you may, fair lady, Perceive I fpeak fincerely, and high note's Ta'en of your many virtues, the king's majesty Commends his good opinion to you, and Does purpose honour to you no lefs flowing Than marchionefs of Pembroke; to which title A thousand pounds a year, annual fupport, Out of his grace he adds. Anne. I do not know, What kind of my obedience I should tender; |