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Now present here together; that's to fay;
Lin. Very well, my liege.
King. I have fpoke long; be pleas'd your felf to fay How far you fatisfy'd me.
Lin. Pleafe your Highness,
The queftion did at first fo ftagger me,
And confequence of dread; that I committed
King. I then mov'd you
My lord of Canterbury, and got your leave
Under your hands and feals. Therefore go on;
To wear our mortal ftate to come, with her.
Cam. So please your Highness
The Queen being abfent, 'tis a needful fitnefs
Mean while must be an earnest motion
Made to the Queen, to call back her appeal
King. I may perceive
Thefe Cardinals trifle with me: I abhor
This dilatory floth, and tricks of Rome.
[Exeunt, in manner as they enter'd,
ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter Queen and her Women, as at work.
CAKE thy lute, wench, my foul grows fad with troubles:
Sing and difperfe 'em if thou canst leave working.
Orpheus, with his lute, made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
There had made a lasting Spring.
Ev'ry thing that heard him play,
Hung their heads, and then lay by
In fweet mufick is fuch art,
Enter a Gentleman.
Queen. How now?
Gent. And't please your Grace, the two great Cardinals
Wait in the presence.
Queen. Would they speak with me?
To come near; what can be their bufinefs
With me a poor weak woman, fall'n from favour?.
They should be good men, their affairs are righteous,
Enter the Cardinals Wolfey and Campeius.
Wol. Peace to your Highness.
Queen. Your Graces find me here part of a Houfe-wife,
Queen. Speak it here.
There's nothing I have done yet, o'my confcience,
Were try'd by ev'ry tongue, ev'ry eye saw 'em,
I know my life fo even. If your business
Do feek me out, and that way I am wife in;
Wol. Tanta eft erga te mentis integritas, Regina Sere-
Queen. Good my lord, no Latin;
I am not fuch a truant fince my coming,
As not to know the language I have liv'd in.
A range tongue makes my cause more strange, fuf-
Pray fpeak in English; here are fome will thank you
May be abfolv'd in English.
Wol. Noble lady,
I'm forry my integrity fhould breed
Cam. Moft honour'd madam,
My lord of York, out of his noble nature,
His fervice and his counsel.
My lords, I thank you both for your good wills,
In fuch a point of weight, fo near mine honour,
For her fake that I have been, (for I feel
Wol. Madam, you wrong the King's love with those fears,
Your hopes and friends are infinite.
Queen. In England,
But little for my profit: can you think, lords,
Or be a known friend 'gainst his Highnefs' pleasure,
Though he be grown fo defp'rate to be honeft,
Cam. I would your Grace
Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.
Cam. Put your main caufe into the King's protection,
Wol. He tells you rightly.
Queen. Ye tell me what ye with for both, my ruin : Is this your chriftian counsel? out upon ye. Heav'n is above all yet; there fits a judge, That no King can corrupt.
Cam. Your rage mistakes us.
Queen. The more fhame for ye; holy men I thought ye, Upon my foul two rev'rend Cardinal virtues; But Cardinal fins and hollow hearts, I fear ye: Mend 'em for fhame, my lords: is this your comfort? The cordial that you bring a wretched lady?
A woman loft among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd?
I will not with ye half my miferies,
I have more charity. But fay I warn'd ye;
Take heed, take heed for heav'ns fake, left at once
Queen. Ye turn me into nothing. Wo upon ye, And all fuch falfe profeffors! Would you have me (If you have any juftice, any pity,
If ye be any thing, but churchmens habits)