Imatges de pÓgina

Enter Wolfey, and Campeius the Pope's Legat,

with a Commission. Who's there ? my good Lord Cardinal ? O my Wolfeys The quiet of my wounded conscience; Thou art a cure fit for the King. You're welcomes, Most learned rev'rend Sir, into our kingdom, 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
of private conférence.

King. We are busie; go.
Nor. This prieft has no pride in him?

Suf. Not to speak of:
I would not be lo 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 Suffolks
Wol. Your Grace has giv'n a precedent of wisdom
Above all Princes, in committing freely
Your scruple to the voice of Chriftendom:
Who can be angry now? what envy reach you?
The Spaniard, tyd by blood and favour to her,
Must now confess, if they have any goodness,
The tryal juft and noble. All the clerks,
I mean the learned ones in christian kingdoms,
Have their free voices. Rome, the nurse of judgment
Invited by your noble self, hath fent
One gen'ral tongue unto us, this good man,
This just and learned priest, Cardinal Campeius,
Whom once more I present unto your Highness.

King. And once more in mine arms I bid him welcomes And thank the holy conclave for their loves, They've sent me such a man I would have wish'd for. cam. Your Grace mult needs deserve all strangers

loves, You are so noble: to your Highness” hand I tender my commission, by whose virtue,

(The (The court of Rome commanding) you, my lord Cardinal of York, are join'd with me, their servant,' In the impartial judging of this business.

King. Two equal men: the Queen Ihall be acquainted Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?

Wol. I know your Majesty has always loy'd her
So dear in heart, not to deny her what
A woman of less place might ask by law,
Scholars allow'd freely to argue for her.

King. Ay and the bed, the Ihall have: and my favour
To him that does beft, God forbid else. Cardinal,
Priythee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary,
I find him a fit fellow.

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, whose hand has rais'd me.

King. Come hither, Gardiner. (Walks and whispers.

Cam. My lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace In this man's place before him?

Wol. Yes, he was.
Camb. Was he not held a learned man?
Wol. Yes, surely.

Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Ey'n of your self, lord Cardinal.

Wol. How of me?

Cam. They will not stick to fay you envy'd him And fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign man still; which fo griev'd him; That he ran mad and dy'd.

Wol, Heav'n's peace be with him! That's christian care enough: for living, murmurers, There's places of rebuke. He was a fool, For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow If I command him, follows my appointment; I will have none so near elle. Learn this, brother, We liye not to be grip'd by meaner persons,

King. Deliver this with modesty to th'Queen

(Exit Gardiner. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receit of learning, is Black-Fryars: There

ye shall meet about this weighey business. My Wolsey, see it furnish'd. O my lord, Would it not grieve an able man to leave So sweet a bedfellow? but confcience, conscience O'tis a' tender place, and I must leave her. (Exeunt.

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Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady. Anne. T for that neither

here's the pang

His Highness lived so long with her, and she
So good a lady, that no tongue could eve
Pronounce dishonour of her ; by my life,
She never knew harm-doing: oh, now after
So many courses of the sun enthron'd,
Still grown in a majefty and pomp,
The which to leave, a thousand-fold more bitter
Than 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 most hard temper Melt and lament for her.

Anne. In God's will, better She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal; Yet if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce It from the bearer, 'tis a suff'rance panging As foul and body's fev'ring.

old L. Ah poor lady, She's stranger now again.

Anne. So much the more
Must pity drop upon her; verily
I swear 'tis better to be lowly boro;
And range with humble livers in content,



Than to be perk'd up a in a glift'ring grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.

old L. Our content Is our best having.

Anne. By my troth and maidenhead, I would not be a Queen.

old L. Beshrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for't ; and so would you, For all this fpice of your hypocrisie ; You that have so fair parts of woman on you, Have too a woman's heart, which ever yet Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty; Which, to say footh, are blessings; and which gifts (Saving your mincing) the capacity Of your soft + cheveril conseience would receive, If you might please to stretch it.

Anne. Nay, good troch old. Yes, troth and troth; you would not be a Queen? Anne. No, not for all the riches under Heav'n.

old. L. 'Tis strange; a three-pence bow'd would Old as I am, to queen it; but I pray you, What think you of a Dutchess ? have you limbs To bear that load of title? Anne. No, in truth,

[little : old, L. Then you are weakly made; pluck off a I would not be a young Count in your way For more than blushing comes to : if your

back Cannot vouchsafe this burthen, 'tis too weak Ever to get a boy.

Anne. How do you talk !
I swear again, I would not be a Queen
For all the world.

Old L. In faith, for little England
You'll venture an emballing : I myself
Would for Carnarvanshire, though there belong'd
No more to th’crown but that. Lo, who comes here?

Enter t i, e. Tender, from Caprellus, Lat. Ciaverello, it,

Chevereul, Fr. a young Goat or Kid.

hire me,

Not your

Enter Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Good-morrow, ladies; what wer't worth to

know The secret of


conf'rence ? Anne. My good lord,

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
All will be well.

Anne. Now I pray God, amen.

Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heav'nly blessings Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady, Perceive I speak fincerely, and high notes Ta'en of your many virtues; the King's Majesty Commends his good opinion to you, and Does purpose honour to you no less flowing Than Marchioness of Pembrook; to which title A thoufand pound a year, annual support, Out of his grace he adds.

Anne. I do not know What kind of my obedience I should tenders More than my all, is nothing: for my prayers Are not words duly hallow'd, nor my wishes More worth than vanities; yet pray’rs and wishes Are all I can return. 'Befeech your lord ship, Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience, As from a blushing handmaid to his Highness ; Whose health and royalty I pray for.

Cham. Lady,
I shall not fail t'approve the fair conceit
The King hath of you. I've perus'd her well,
Beauty and honour in her are so mingled A fides
That they have caught the King; and who knows yet,
But from this lady may proceed a gem
To lighten all this ifle I'll to the King,
And say I spoke with you. (Exit Chamberlain,

Anne. My honour'd lord.
old L. Why, this it is : fee, fee,

I have

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