Cam. Believe me, there's an ill Opinion spread then Even 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 griey'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,
There's places of rebuke. He was a Fool,

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For he would needs be virtuous. That good Fellow,
If I command him, follows my appointment;
I will have none fo near elfe. Learn this, Brother,
We live not to be grip'd by meaner Perfons.

King. Deliver this with modefty to th'Queen,

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Exit Gardiner.

The most convenient place that I can think of,
For fuch receit of Learning is Black-Fryars S
There ye fhall meet about this weighty Business.
My Wolfey, fee it furnish'd. O my Lord,
Would it not grieve an able Man to leave

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So fweet a Bedfellow? But Confcience, Conscience-
O'tis a tender Place, and I must leave her.

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Anne. Not for that neither---here's the pang that pinches. His Highness having liv'd fo long with her, and the So good a Lady, that no Tongue could ever

Pronounce dishonour of her; by my Life, She never knew harm-doing: Oh, row after many courfes of the Sun enthron'd,

So

Still growing in a Majefty and Pomp, the which
To leave, a thousand fold more bitter, than
'Tis fweet at first t'acquire. After this Process,
To give her the Avaunt, it is a pity.

Would move a Monster

Old L. Hearts of moft hard temper Melt and lament for her,

Anne.

Anne. O'God's Will, much better

She ne'er had known Pomp; though't be temporal,
Yet if that quarrel, Fortune, do divorce

It from the bearer, 'tis a fufferance, panging
As Soul and Body's fevering.

Old L. Alas, poor Lady,
She's Stranger now again.

Anne. So much the more,
Muft pity drop upon her; verily
I fwear 'tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in Content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glift'ring Grief,
And wear a golden Sorrow.

Old L. Our Content

Is our beft having.

Anne. By my troth and Maidenhead,

I would not be a Queen.

Old L. Behrew me, I would,

And venture Maidenhead for't, and fo would

For all this fpice of your Hypocrifie;

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you

You that have fo fair parts of Woman on you,
Have, too, a Woman's Heart, which ever yet
Affected Eminence, Wealth, Sovereignty
Which, to fay footh, are Bleffings; and which Gifts
(Saving your mincing) the Capacity

Of your foft Chiverel Confcience would receive,
If you might please to stretch it.

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 now would hire

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 blufhing comes to: If your Back
Cannot vouchsafe this burthen, 'tis too weak
Ever to get a Boy.

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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'll venture an emballing: I my felf

Would for Carnarvanfhire, although there long'd
No more to th'Crown but that. Lo, who comes here?
Enter Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Good morrow, Ladies; what wer't worth to know The fecret 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 Bufinefs, 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 Bleffings
Follow fuch Creatures. That you may, fair Lady,
Perceive I fpeak fincerely, and high Notes

Ta'en of your many Virtues; the King's Majefty
Commends his good Opinion of you, to you; and
Does purpose Honour to you no lefs flowing
Than Marchionefs of Pembrook; to which Title
A thousand pound a year, Annual fupport,
Out of his Grace, he adds.

Anne. I do not know

What kind of Obedience, I fhould tender;

More than my All, is nothing: Nor my Prayers
Are not Words duly hallowed, nor my Wishes

More worth than empty Vanities; yet Prayers and Wishes
Are all I can return. Befeech your Lordship,

Vouchsafe to speak my Thanks, and my Obedience,
As from a blushing Handmaid to his Highness;
Whofe Health and Royalty I pray for.

Cham. Lady;

I fhall not fail t'approve the fair conceit

The King hath of you. I have perus'd her well,
Beauty and Honour in her are fo mingled,

That they have caught the King; and who knows yet,
But from this Lady may proceed a Gem,

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To lighten all this Ife? I'll to the King,

And fay I fpoke with you.
Anne. My honour'd Lord.

Old L. Why this it is: See, fee,

[Exit Chamberlain.

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 fuit of Pounds; and you, oh fate,
very fresh Fish here; fie, fie, fie upon

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This compell'd fortune, have your Mouth fill'd up,
Before you open it.

Anne. This is ftrange to me.

Old L. How taftes it? Is it bitter? Forty Pence, no:
There was an old Lady once ('tis an old Story)

That would not be a Queen, that would the not,
For all the mud in Egypt; have you heard it?
Anne. Com, you are pleasant.

Old L. With your Theme, I could

O'er-mount the Lark; the Marchionefs of Pembrook?
A thousand pounds a year, for pure refpect?
No other Obligation? But my Life,

That promifes more thousands: Honour's train
Is longer than his Fore-skirt; by this time

I know your Back will bear a Dutchefs. Say,
Are you not stronger than you were?

Anne. Good Lady,

Make your felf Mirth with your particular Fancy,
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 comfortlefs, and we forgetful
In our long abfence; pray do not deliver,
What here y'ave heard to her.

Old L. What do you think me

SCENE IV.

[Exeunt.

Trumpe's, Sonnet, and Cornets. Enter two Vergers, with short Silver Wands; next them two Scribes in the habits of Doctors: After them, the Bishop of Canterbury alone; after him, the Bifops of Lincoln, Ely, Rochefter,and St.Alaph; next them,

with fome small diftance, follows a Gentleman bearing the Purfe, with the great Seal, and a Cardinal's Hat; then two Priests, bearing each a Silver Cross; then a Gentleman-Uher bare-headed, accompanied with a Serjeant at Arms, bearing a Mace; then two Gentlemen, bearing two Silver Pillars; after them, fide by fide, the two Cardinals, two Noblemen with the Sword and Mace. The King takes place under the Cloth of State, the two Cardinals fit under him as Judges. The Queen takes place fome distance from the King. The Bi Shops place themselves on each fide the Court in manner of a Confiftory: Below them, the Scribes. The Lords fit next the Bishops. The rest of the Attendants ftand in convenient order about the Stage. !

Wol. Whilft our Commiffion from Rome is read, Let filence be commanded.

King. What's the need?

It hath already publickly been read,

And on all fides th' Authority allow'd,

You may then fpare that time.

Wol. Be't fo, proceed.

Scribe. Say, Henry King of England, come into the Court, Cryer. Henry King of England, &c.

King. Here.

Scribe. Say, Katherine Queen of England, Come into the Court.

Cryer. Katherine, Queen of England, &c.

The Queen makes no answer, rifes out of her Chair, goes about the Court, comes to the King, and kneels at his Feet; then Speaks;

Sir, I defire you to do me Right and Justice,
And to beftow your Pity on me; for

I am a moft poor Woman, and a Stranger,
Born out of your Dominions; having here
No Judge indifferent, nor no more affurance
Of equal Friendship and Proceeding. Alas, Sir,
In what have I offended you? What cause
Hath my behaviour given to your difpleafure,
That thus you fhould proceed to put me off,
And take your good Grace from me? Heav'n witness,
I have been to you a true and humble Wife,

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