Thou art a cure fit for a King.- -You're welcome, [To Campeius. Ufe us, and it: my good lord, have great care Wol. Sir, you cannot : I would your Grace would give us but an hour King. We are bufie; go. [To Norf. and Suff. Nor. This priest has no pride in him? Suf. Not to speak 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 Above all Princes, in committing freely ment, Invited by your noble self, hath sent One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man, come, And thank the holy Conclave for their loves; They've fent me fuch a man I would have with'd for. Cam. Your Grace muft needs deferve all ftrangers' loves, You are so noble: to your Highness' hand VOL. V. Р I I tender my commiffion; by whose virtue, King. Two equal men: the Queen fhall be acquainted A woman of less place might ask by law; King. Ay, and the beft, the 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, whofe hand has rais'd me. [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 fpread then Ev'n of your felf, lord Cardinal. Wol. How! of me? Cam. They will not stick to say, you envy'd him ; And fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous, Kept him a foreign man ftill: which fo griev'd him, That he ran mad and dy'd. Wol. Heav'n's peace be with him!' That's chriftian care enough: for living murmurers, "For For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow, So fweet a bedfellow? but, confcience, confcience! [Exeunt. SCENE, an Antechamber of the Queen's Apart Anne. ments. Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady. N His Highnefs having liv'd fo long with her, and the 1 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'r As foul and body's fev'ring." Old L. Ah! poor lady, rance pangingi P 2 She's She's ftranger now again. Anne. So much the more Muft pity drop upon her; verily, Old L. Our content 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 so fair parts of woman on you, Affected eminence, wealth, fovereignty; Which, to fay footh, are bleffings: and which gifts Of your foft cheveril confcience 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 heav'n. 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 Dutchefs? 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 Ever to get a boy. Anne. How do you talk! I fwear again, I would not be a Queen For For all the world. Old L. In faith, for little England You'd venture an emballing: I my felf Would for Carnarvanshire, though there belong'd here? Enter Lord Chamberlain. Lo, who comes Cham. Good morrow, ladies; what were't worth to know The fecret of your conf'rence? Anne. My good lord, Not your demand; it values not your asking: Our mistress' forrows 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 heav'nly blef fings Follow fuch creatures. That you may, fair lady, Anne. I do not know What kind of my obedience I should tender; Cham. Lady, |