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My Wolsey, see it furnish’d.-O my lord,
Would it not grieve an able man, to leave
So sweet a bed fellow? But, conscience, conscience,-
O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [Exeunt.

SCENE 111:
An Antechamber in the Queen's Apartments.

Enter Anne BULLEN and an old Lady.
Anne. Not for that neither ;-Here's the pang that

pinches : His highness having liv'd so long with her: and she So good a lady, that no tongue could ever Pronounce dishonour of her,--by my life, She never knew harm-doing;-0 now, after So many conrses of the sun enthron'd, Still growing in a majesty and pomp,—the wbich To leave is a thousand-fold more bitter, than "Tis sweet at first to acquire,-after this process, To give her the avaunt! it is a pity Would move a monster. Old L.

Hearts of most hard temper Melt and lament for her. Anne.

0, God's will! much better,
She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal,
Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce
It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging
As soul and body's serving
Old L.

Alas, poor lady!
She's a stranger now again.
Anne.

So much the more
Must pity drop upon her. Verily,
I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
Old L.

Our content
Is our best having.
Anne.

By my troth, and maidenhead,
I would not be a queen.
Old L.

Beshrew me, I would,

And venture maidenhead for’t; and so would you,
For all this spice of your hypocrisy:
You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
Have too a woman's heart; which ever yet
Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;
Which, to say sooth, are blessings : and which gifts
(Saving your mincing) the capacity
of your soft cheveril conscience would receive,
If you might please to stretch it. -
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Nay, good troth, Old L. Yes, troth, and troth,--You woulů not bé a

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, [me, What think you of a duchess ? 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 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
No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here?

Enter the Lord Chamberlain.' Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What wer't worth to The secret of your conference?

[know Anne.

My good lord,
Not your demand; it values not your asking:
Our inistress' sorrows we were pitying.

Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming
The action of good women: there is hope,
All will be weli.

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.

Lady,
I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit,
The king hath of you.- I have perus'd her well;

[Aside.
Beauty and honour in her are so mingled,
That they have caught the king: and who knows yet,
But from this lady may proceed a gem,
To lighten all this isle? "I'll to the king,
And say, I spoke with you.
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My honour'd lord.

[Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Why, this it is; see, see! I have been begging sixteen years in court (Am yet a courtier beggarly), nor could Come pat betwixt too early and too late, For any suit of pounds : and you, (O fate!) A very fresh fish here, (fie, fie upon This compellid fortune!) have your mouth fill'd up, Before you open it. Anne.

This is strange to me. Old L. How tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no.

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There was a lady once ('tis an old story),
That would not be a queen, that would she not,
For all the mud in Egypt: Have you heard it?

Anne. Come, you are pleasant.
Old L.

With your theme, I could
O'ermount the lark. The marchioness of Pembroke!
A thousand pounds a year! for pure respect;
No other obligation : By my life,
That promises more thousands : Honour's train
Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time,
I know, your back will bear a duchess ;-Say,
Are you not stronger than you were?
Anne.

Good lady,
Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy,
And leave me out on't. Would I had no being,
If this salute my blood a jot; it faints me,
To think what follows.
The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful
In our long absence : Pray, do not deliver
What here you have heard, to her. .
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, ROCIIESTER, and Sr. Asaph; next them, with some small distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the Purse, with the Great Seal, and a Cardinalis 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 bath already publicly been read,
And on all sides the authority allow'd :
You may then spare that time.
Wol.

Be't so :-Proceed.
Scribe. Say, Henry, king of England, come into the
Crier. Henry, king of England, &c. [court.
K. Hen. Here.
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, Born out of your dominions; having here No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir, In what have I offended you? what cause Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, That thús you should proceed to put me off, And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness, I have been to you a true and humble wife, At all times to your will conformable: Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, subject to your countenance; glad, or sorry, As I saw it inclin'd. When was the hour, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends Have I not strove to love, although I knew

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