My Wolsey, see it furnish'd.-O my lord, So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience,O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [Exeunt. SCENE 11I. An Antechamber in the QUEEN's Apartments. Enter ANNE BULLEN and an old Lady. : Anne. Not for that neither;-Here's the pang that Still growing in a majesty and pomp,-the which Would move a monster. Old L. Melt and lament for her. Anne. Hearts of most hard temper She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging Old L. She's a stranger now again. Alas, poor lady! Anne. Our content By my troth, and maidenhead, Beshrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you, You, that have so fair parts of woman on you, Which, to say sooth, are blessings: and which gifts Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive, Anne. queen? Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. Old L. "Tis strange; a threepence bowed would hire Old as I am, to queen it: But, I pray you, What think you of a duchess? have you limbs Anne. No, in truth. [me, 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 you do talk! I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world. Old L. In faith, for little England You'd venture an emballing: I myself Would for Carnarvonshire, although there 'long'd Enter the Lord Chamberlain. What wer't worth to [know Cham. Good morrow, ladies. Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming Anne. Now, I pray God, amen! Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady, Perceive I speak sincerely, 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 less flowing Than marchioness of Pembroke; to which title A thousand pound a year, annual support, Out of his grace he adds. Anne. I do not know, What kind of my obedience I should tender; More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers Are not words duly hallow'd, nor my wishes More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers, and wishes, Are all I can return. 'Beseech your lordship, Vouchsafe to speak my thanks, and my obedience, As from a blushing handmaid, to his highness; Whose health, and royalty, I pray for. Cham. Lady, Beauty and honour in her are so mingled, [Aside. That they have caught the king: and who knows yet, To lighten all this isle? I'll to the king, Anne. you. My honour'd lord. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Why, this it is; see, see! I have been begging sixteen years in court This compell'd fortune!) have your mouth fill'd up, Anne. This is strange to me. Old L. How tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no. There was a lady once ('tis an old story), Old L. A thousand pounds a year! for pure respect; That promises more thousands: Honour's train Anne. Good lady, The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful Old L. What do you think me? [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Hall in BLACKFRIARS. Trumpets, Sennet, and Cornets. Enter two Vergers, with short Silver Wands; next them, two Scribes, in the Habits of Doctors; after them, the ARCHBISHOP of CANTERBURY alone; after him, the Bishops of LINCOLN, ELY, ROCHESTER, and ST. ASAPH; next them, with some small distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the Purse, with the Great Seal, and a Cardinal's Hat; then two Priests, bearing each a Silver Cross; then a Gentleman Usher bare-headed, accompanied with a Sergeant at Arms, bearing a Silver Mace; then two Gentlemen, bearing two great Silver Pillars; after them, side by side, the two Cardinals WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS; two Noblemen with the Sword and Mace. Then enter the KING and QUEEN, and their Trains. The KING takes Place under the Cloth of State; the two Cardinals sit under him as Judges. The QUEEN takes Place, at some distance from the KING. The Bishops place themselves on each side the Court, in manner of a Consistory; between them, the Scribes. The Lords sit next the Bishops. The Crier and the rest of the Attendants stand in convenient order about the Stage. Wol. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded. K. Hen. What's the need? It hath already publicly been read, Wol. K. Hen. Here. [court. Scribe. Say, Katharine, queen of England, come into Crier. Katharine, queen of England, &c. [court. [The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her Chair, goes about the Court, comes to the King, and kneels at his Feet; then speaks.] Q. Kath. Sir, I desire you, do me right and justice; And to bestow your pity on me: for I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness, Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, subject to your countenance; glad, or sorry, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends |