Your fcruple to the voice of Christendom: Who can be angry now? what envy reach you? I mean, the learned ones, in christian kingdoms, One general tongue unto us, this good man, K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arms I bid him wel come, And thank the holy conclave for their loves; They have fent me fuch a man I would have wish'd for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, You are so noble: To your highness' hand I tender my commiffion; by whofe virtue, (The court of Rome commanding,)-you, my lord Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their fervant, In the unpartial judging of this business. K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen fhall be acquainted Forthwith, for what you come :-Where's Gardiner ? So dear in heart, not to deny her that A woman of less place might ask by law, Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her. K. Hen, Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my favour To him that does beft; God forbid elfe. Cardinal, Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new fecretary; I find him a fit fellow. [Exit WOLSEY. 8 Re-enter Re-enter WOLSEY, 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. Wol. Cam. Was he not held a learned man? Wol. Yes, he was. 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 fay, you envy'd him; And, fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous, Kept him a foreign man ftill That he ran mad, and died. which fo griev'd him, Wol. For he would needs be virtuous: That good fellow, I will have none so near elfe. Learn, this brother, K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen. The most convenient place that I can think of, So [Exeunt. So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience,— O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. SCENE III. 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 fo long with her; and she Still growing in a majesty and pomp,-the which She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce It from the bearer, 'tis a fufferance, panging As foul and body's fevering. Old L. She's a stranger now again. Anne. Alas, poor lady! So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, Than Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, Old L. Is our beft having. Anne. Our content By my troth, and maidenhead, I would not be a queen. Old L. Befhrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you, You, that have fo fair parts of woman on you, Affected eminence, wealth, fovereignty; Which, to say footh, are blessings: and which gifts Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive, 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. 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 duchess? have limbs To bear that load of title? Anne. you 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 vouchfafe this burden, 'tis too weak Ever to get a boy. Anne. How you do talk! I fwear again, I would not be a queen For all the world. Old L. In faith, for little England D 4 You'd You'd venture an emballing: I myself Would for Carnarvonshire, although there 'long'd Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What were't worth to know The fecret of your conference? Anne. Cham. It was a gentle business, 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 Anne. I do not know, What kind of my obedience I should tender; Vouchsafe to speak my thanks, and my obedience, Cham. |