Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha! Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. Who's there? my good lord cardinal?-O! my Wolsey, Thou art a cure fit for a king. - You 're welcome, [To CAMPEIUS. Use us, and it. My good lord, have great care I be not found a talker. Wol. Sir, you cannot. I would, your grace would give us but an hour K. Hen. [TO WOLSEY: We are busy: go. [To NORFOLK and SUFFOLK. Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom Above all princes, in committing freely Your scruple to the voice of Christendom. 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 welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves: They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, I tender my commission; by whose virtue, K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be acquainted Forthwith for what you come. - Where 's Gardiner? Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov'd her 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 best: God forbid else. Cardinal, Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary: [Exit WOLSEY. 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, whose hand has rais'd me. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. [They walk and whisper. In this man's place before him? Wol. Cam. Was he not held a learned man?, Wol. Yes, he was. Yes, surely. 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 say, you envied him; And fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign man still; which so griev'd him, Wol. For he would needs be virtuous: that good fellow, K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen. The most convenient place that I can think of, Would it not grieve an able man, to leave [Exit GARDINER. So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience, Anne. SCENE III. An Ante-chamber in the Queen's Apartments. Enter ANNE BULLEN, and an old Lady. [Exeunt. here's the pang that pinches ; His highness having liv'd so long with her, and she O! now, after So many courses of the sun enthron'd, Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which 'Tis sweet at first t' acquire, after this process, To give her the avaunt! it is a pity Would move a monster. Old L. Melt and lament for her. Hearts of most hard temper Anne. O, God's will! much better, She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, It from the bearer, 't is a sufferance panging 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 Which, to say sooth, are blessings, and which gifts Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive, If you might please to stretch it. Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. Old L. 'Tis strange: a three-pence bowed would hire me, Old as I am, to queen it. But, I pray you, What think you of a duchess? have you limbs To bear that load of title? 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 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 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 Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings Anne. More worth than empty vanities: yet prayers, and wishes, Vouchsafe to speak my thanks, and my obedience, |