Touch me alike; they're breath I not believe in. And with fome other business put the King From these 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 [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Nor. Thanks, my good Lord Chamberlain. The Scene draws, and difcovers the King fitting and Suf. How fad he looks! fure he is much afflicted. Nor. Pray God he be not angry. [felves King. Who's there, I fay? how dare you thruft your 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. Ye are too bold: Go to; I'll make you know your times of business: Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legat, 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 the King. You're welcome, Moft learned rev'rend Sir, into our kingdom; Ufe us, and it; my good Lord, have great care Wol. Sir, you cannot : Ee I would I would your Grace would give us but an hour Of private conf'rence. [To Norfolk and Suffolk. Nor. This Prieft has no pride in him? Suf. Not to fpeak of: I would not be fo fick though, for his place: But this cannot continue. Nor. If it do, I'll venture one heave at him. Suf. I another. [Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk. Wol. Your Grace has giv'n a precedent of wisdom Your scruple to the voice of Christendom: One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man, King. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves; They've fent me fuch a man I would have wish'd for. I tender my commiffion; by whofe virtue, King. Two equal men: the Queen fhall be acquainted Wol. I know your Majefty has always lov'd her King. Ay, and the best fhe fhall have; and my favour Enter 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, whose hand has rais'd me. King. Come hither, Gardiner. [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? Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Wol. How! of me? Cam. They will not stick to say you envy'd him; Wol. Heav'n's peace be with him! That's chriftian care enough: for living murmurers, For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow, The most convenient place that I can think of, So So fweet a bedfellow? but confcience, confcience ---- SCE NE V. [Exeunt. An Antichamber of the Queen's Apartment. Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady. Anne. NOT for that neither pinches. here's the pang that His Highness liv'd fo long with her, and she The which to leave's a thousand-fold more bitter Would move a monster. Old L. Hearts of moft hard temper Melt and lament for her. Anne. In God's will, better She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal, It from the bearer, 'tis a fuff 'rance panging Old L. Ah poor Lady, She's ftranger now again. 8 quarrel, or quar'llous... old edit. Warb. emend. Old. L. Old. L. Our content Is our best Having. 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, You that have fo fair parts of woman on you, Of your foft a cheveril confcience would receive, Anne. Nay, good troth -- Old L. Yes, troth and troth; you would not be a Anne. No, not for all the riches under heav'n. [me, Old L. 'Tis ftrange; a three-pence bow'd would hire Old as I am, to queen it; but I pray you, What think you of a Dutchefs? have you limbs 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 blufhing comes to: if your back Cannot vouchfafe this burthen, 'tis too weak Ever to get a boy. Anne. How do you talk! I fwear again, I would not be a Queen For all the world. Old L. In faith for little England You'd venture an emballing: I my felf Would for Carnarvonshire, though there belong'd (a) Cheveril, kid leather. Ee 3 Enter |