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When you are callid, return. Now the Lord help, They vex me past my patience pray pass on; I will not tarry, no, nor ever more Upon this business my appearance make any of their courts.
[Exeunt Queen and her Attendants.
SCENE VII. King. Go thy ways, Kate, That man i'ch''world, who shall report he has A better wife, let him in nought be trusted, For speaking false in that. Thou art alone, (If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness, Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government, Obeying in commanding, and thy parts Sovereign and pious, could but speak thee out) The Queen of earthly Queens. She's noble born; And like her true nobility, she has Carried her self tow'rds me,
Wol. Most gracious Sir,
King. My lord Cardinal,
from't : you are not to be taught,
you be more juftify'd? you ever Have wish'd the sleeping of this business, never Desir'd it to be stirrd; but oft have hindred The passages made tow'rdsit : on my honour I speak, my good lord Cardinal, to this point ; And thus far clear him. Now, what mov'd me to't. I will be bold with time and your attention: Then mark th'inducement. Thus it came ; give heed to't My conscience first receiv'd a tenderness, Scruple, and prick’d, on certain speeches utter' By th' bishop of Bayon, then French Ambassador, Who had been hicher sent on the debating, A marriage 'wixt the Duke of Orleans and Our daughter Mary: l'th' progress of this business, Ere a determinate resolution, he (I'mean the bishop) did require a respite, Wherein he might the King his lord advertise, Whether our daughter were legitimate ; Refpe&ing this our marriage with the Dowager, Ścmetime our brother's wife. This respite shook The bosom of my conscience, enter'd me, Yea with a splitting power; and made to tremble The region of my breast, which forc'd such way, That many maz'd confiderings did throng And prest'it with this caution. First, methought I stood not in the smile of heav'n, which had Commanded nature, that my lady's womb (If it conceiv'd a male-child by me) should Do no more offices of life to't, than The
grave does to the dead; for her male-issue, Or died where they were made, or shortly after This world had air'd them. Hence I took a thought, This was a judgment on me, that my kingdom (Well worthy the best heir o'th' world) should not Be glad in one by me, Then follows, that I weigh'd the danger which my realms stood in By this my iffiie's fail, and that gave to me Many a groaning throe: thus hulling in The wild sea of my conscience, I did steer Towards this remedy, whereon we are
Now present here together; that's to say;
Lin. Very well, my liege.
King. I have spoke long; be pleased your self to say How far you satisfy'd me.
Lin. Please your Highness,
hands and seals. Therefore go on,
Cam. So please your Highness
King. I may perceive
This dilatory floth, and tricks of Rome,
A C T II. SCENE I.
Enter Queen and ber Women, as at work.
QUE & N.
S O N G
And the mountain tops that freeze,
There had made a lasting-Spring.
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
Fall afteep, or hearing die.
Enter à Gentleman.
Queen. How now?
Gent. And't please your Grace, the two great Cardinals Wait in the presence.
Queen. Would they speak with me?
Queen. Pray their Graces
Enter the Cardinals Wolley and Campeius. Wol. Peace to your Highness.
Queen. Your Graces find me here part of a House-wife, (I would be all) against the worst may happen: What are your pleafures with me, rev'rend lords ?
Wol. May't please you, noble Madam, to withdraw Into your private chamber; we shall give you The full cause of our coming.
Queen. Speak it here. There's nothing I have done yet, o'my conscience, Deserves a corner; would all other woinen Could speak this with as free a soul as I do! My lords, I care not (so much I am happy Above a number) if my actions Were try'd by ev'ry tongue, ev'ry eye saw 'em, Envy and base opinion set against 'em : I know my life so even. If your business Do seek me out, and that way I am wise in ; Out with it boldly: truth loves open dealing. Wol. Tanta eft erga te mentis integritas, Regina Sere
niffima. Queen. Good my lord, no Latin ; I am not such a truant fince my coming, As not to know the language I have liv'd in. A range tongue makes my cause more Atrange, sul
picious : Pray speak in English; here are some will thank you If you speak truth for their poor mistress' fake Believe me she has had much wrong. Lord Cardinal, The willing 'it lin I ever yet committed May be abloly'd in English,