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You'd venture an emballing : I myself
Would for Carnarvonthire, although there 'long'd
No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here?

Enter the Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What were't worth to

know The secret of

your

conference ? Anne.

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

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

Cham.

Lady, I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit, The king hath of you.-I bave perus'd her well; [Afide, 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 ille ?-I'll to the king, And say, I spoke with you. Anne.

My honour'd lord.

[Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Why, this it is; see, see ! I have been begging fixteen 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, (fye, fye 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.
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

And leave me out on't. 'Would I had no being,
If this falute 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 Black-Fryars.

Trumpets, fennet, and cornets. Enter two Vergers, with foort filver 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 Saint Alaph ; 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 wiih a Sergeant at arms, bearing a silver mace; then two Gentle men, bearing two great silver pillars; after them, fide by fide, the two Cardinals WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS; twa Noblemen with the sword and mace.

Then enter the King and Queen, and i heir trains. The King takes place under the cloth of state; the two Cardinals fit under him, as judges. The Queen takes place, at fome distance from the King. The Bisbops place themselves on each side the court, in manner of a confiftory; below them, the Scribes. The Lords fit next ibe Biskops. The Crier and the rest of the attendants Stand in convenient order about the stage.

Wol. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let lilence be commanded.

K. Hen.

K. Hen.

What's the need?
It hath already publickly been read,
And on all fides the authority allow'd ;
You

may then spare that time. Wol.

Be't fo :-Proceed. Scribe. Say, Henry king of England, come into the court, Crier. Henry king of England, &c. K. Hen. Here. Scribe. Say, Katharine queen of England, come into

court.

Crier. Katharine queen of England, &c,

(The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her chair, goes

about the court, comes to the King, and kneels at his feet; tben speaks.

Q: Kath. Sir, I desire you, do me right and justice; And to bestow your pity on me : for I am a molt 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, fir, In what have I offended you? what cause Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, That thus 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

defire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of

your

friends Have I not strove to love, although I knew

He were mine enemy? what friend of mine,
That had to him deriv'd your anger, did I
Continue in my liking? nay, gave notice
He was from thence discharg'd? Sir, call to mind
That I have been your wife, in this obedience,
Upward of twenty years, and have been blest
With

many children by you: If, in the course
And process of this time, you can report,
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
Against your facred person, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
Shut door upon me, and so give me up
To the sharpeit kind of justice. Please you, sir,
The king, your father, was reputed for
A prince most prudent, of an excellent
And unmatch'd wit and judgement: Ferdinand,
My father, king of Spain, was reckond one
The wiseft prince, that there had reign’d by many
A year before : It is not to be question'd
That they had gather'd a wise council to them
Of every realm, that did debate this business,
Who deem'd our marriage lawful : Wherefore I humbly
Beseech you, sir, to spare me, till I may
Be by my friends in Spain advis’d; whose counsel
I will implore : if not; i’the name of God,
Your pleasure be fulfill'd!
Wol.

You have here, lady,
(And of your choice,) these reverend fathers; men
Of singular integrity and learning,
Yea, the elect of the land, who are assembled
To plead your cause: It shall be therefore bootless,
That longer you desire the court; as well

For

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