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Is only by obedience. What can happen
To me, above this wretchedness? all


ftudies Make me a curse, like this.

Cam. Your fears are worse

Queen. Have I liv'd thus long (let me {peak my self, Since virtue finds no friends) a wife, a true one ? A woman (I dare say without vain-glory) Never yet branded with suspicion? Have I, with all my full affections Still met the King? lov'd him next heav'n? obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, supertitious to him? Almost forgot my prayers to content him? And am I thus rewarded ? 'tis not well lords, Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure; And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour; a great patience.

Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.

Queen. My lord, I dare not make my self so guilty, To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to: nothing but death Shall e'er divorce my dignities.

Wol. Pray hear me Queen. Would I had never trod this English earth, Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it! Ye've angels faces, but heav'n knows your hearts, What shall become of me now! wretched lady! I am the most unhappy woman living. Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes ?

[To her women Ship-wrack'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope! no kindred weep for me! Almost no grave allow'd me! like the lilly, That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perifh.

Wol. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our ends are honest, You'll feel more comfort. Why fhould we, good lady, Upon what cause, wrong you ? alas, our places, The way of our profession is againft it:

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We are to cure such sorrows, not to low 'em.
For goodness fake consider what you do,
How you may hurt your self, nay utterly
Grow from the King's acquaintance, by this carriage.
The hearts of Princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it: but to stubborn fpirits,
They (well and grow as terrible as storms.
I know you have a gentle, noble temper,
A soul as even as a calm; pray think us
Thole we profess, peace-makers, friends and fervants.
Cam. Madam, you'll find it so: you wrong your

With these weak womens fears. A noble fpirit,
As yours was put into you, ever cafts
Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The King loves

Beware you lose it not; for us (if you please
To trust us in your business) we are ready
To use our utmoft studies in


Queen. Do what you will, my lords; and pray for:

give me,
if I have us'd my self unmannerly.
You know I am a woman, lacking wit
To make a seemly answer to such persons.
Pray do my service to his Majesty.
He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers,
While I fhall have my life. Come, rev’rend fathers,
Bestow your

counsels on me. She now begs, That little thought when the set footing here, She should have

bought her dignities fo dear. [Exeunt.

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Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord

Surrey, and Lord Chamberlain.
Nor. F you will now unite in your complaints,


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The offer of this time, I cannot promise
But that you shall sustain more new disgraces,
With these you bear already.

Sur. I am joyful
To meet the least occasion that may give me
Remembrarice of my facher-in-law the Duke,
To be reveng'd on him.

Suf. Which of the Peers
Have uncontemn'd gone by him; or at least
Strangely neglected when did he regard
The stamp of nobleness in any person
Out of himself?

Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures :
What he deserves of you and me, I know:
What we can do to him (though now the time
Give way to us) I much fear. If you cannot
Bar his access to th' King, never attempt
Any thing on him; for he hath a witchcraft
Over the King in's tongue.

Nor. O fear him nor,
His spell in that is out; the King hath found
Matter against him that for ever mars
The honey of his language. No, he's settled,
Not to come off, in his most high displeasure.

Sur. I should be glad to hear fush news as this
Once every hour.

Nor. Believe it this is true.
In the divorce, his contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded; wherein he appears,
As I would wish inine eneny.

Sur. How came
His pra&ices to light?

Suf. Most ftrangely.
Sur. How :

Suf. The Cardinal's letters to the Pope miscarried,
And came to th' eye o'ch' King; wherein was read,
How that the Cardinal did intreat his holiness
To stay the judgment o'th' divorce; for if
It did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive
My King is tangled in affection to

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A creature of the Queen's, lady Anne Bullen.

Sur. Has the King this ?
Suf. Believe it.
Sur. Will this work ?

Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coafts
And hedges his own way. But in this point
All his tricks founder; and he brings his physick
After his patient's death; the King already
Hath married the fair lady.

Sur. Would he had!

Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord, For i profess you have it.

Sur. Now all joy
Trace the conjunction.

Suf. My Amen to't.
Nor. All men's.

Suf. There's order given for her coronation :
Marry this is but young, and may be left
To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,
She is a gallant creature, and compleat
In mind and feature. I persuade me from her
Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.

Sur. But will the King
Digest this letter of the Cardinal's?
The lord forbid.

Nor, Marry, Amen.
? Suf. No, no:
There be more wasps that buz about his nose,
Will make this iting thee sooner. Cardinal Campeini
Is stol'n away to Rome, has ta’en no leave,
Hath left the cause to th' King unhandled, and
Is posted as the agent

of our Cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you,
The King ery'd ha! at this.

Cham. Now God incense him ;
And let him cry ha, louder,

Nor. But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
Suf. He is return'd with his opinions, which

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Have satisfy'd the King for his divorce,
Gather'd from all the famous colleges
Almoft in Christendom ; soon, I believe,
His second Marriage shall be publish'd, and
Her coronation. Katharine no more
Shall be call’d Queen, but Princess dowager,
A widow to Prince Arthur.

Nor. This same. Cranmer's
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
In the King's business,

Suf. He has, and we shall see him
For it an Archbishop.

Nor. So I hear.
Suf. 'Tis so.

Enter Wolley and Cromwell.
The Cardinal.

Nor. Observe, observe, he's moody.

Wol. The packet, Cromwell,
Gave it you the King ?

Crom. To his own hand, in's bed-chamber.
Wol. Look'd he o'th' inside of the Paper ?

Crom. Presently
He did unseal them, and the first he view'd,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed
Was in his countenance. You he bad
Attend him here this morning.

Wol. Is he ready to come abroad?
Crom. I think by this he is.
Wol. Leave me a while.

Exit Cromwell.
It shall be to the Dutchess of Alenfon, [Aside.
The French King's fifter he shall marry her.
. Anne Bullen! no, I'll no Anne Bullens for him,
There's more in't than fair visage- -Bullen!
No, we'll no Bullens! speedily I wish
To hear from Rome--the marchioness of Pembrook !

Nor. He's discontented.

Suf. May be he hears the King
Does whet his anger to him.
Sur. Sharp enough,


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