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Wol. Noble lady,
stand minded in the weighty difference
Cam. Most honour'd madam,
Queen. To betray me,
fears, Your hopes and friends are infinite.
Queen, In England, But little for my profit: can you think, Jords, That any English man dare give me counsel? Or be a known friend 'gainst his Highness' pleasure,
Though he be grown so desp'rate to be honest,
Cam. I would your Grace
Queen. How, Sir?
Cam. Put your main cause into the King's protection, He's loving and most gracious. 'Twill be much Both for your honour better, and your cause : For if the tryal of the law o'er-take ye, You'll part away disgrac'd.
Wol. He tells you rightly. Queen. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruin : your
christian counsel ? out upon ye. Heav'n is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no King can corrupt.
Cam. Your rage mistakes us.
Queen. The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye, Upon my soul two rey'rend Cardinal virtues ; But Cardinal sins and hollow hearts, I fear ye: Mend 'em for shame, 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 wish ye half my miseries, I have more charity. But say I warn'd ye; Take heed, take heed for heav'ns fake, left at once The burthen of my sorrows fall upon ye.
Wol. Madam, this is a meer distraction, You turn the good we offer into envy.
Queen. Ye turn me into nothing. Woupon ye, And all such false professors! Would you have me (If you have any justice, any pity, If ye be any thing, but churchmens habits) Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me Alas, b'as banish'd me his bed already, His love too, long ago, I'm old, my lords, And all the fellowship I hold now with him
Is only by obedience. What can bappen
ftudies Make me a curse, like this. Cam. Your fears are worse
Queen. Have I liv'd thus long (let me fpeak my self, Since virtue finds no friends) a wife, a true one ? A woman (1 dare say without vain-glory) Never yet branded with suspicion? ? Have I, with all
full affections Still met the King ? lov'd him next heav'n? obey'd him? Been, out of fondaess, superstitious 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 moft, 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 facteries that grow upon it! Ye've angels faces, but heav'n knows
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 flourila'd, I'll hang my head, and perish.
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 profeflion is against it:
We are to cure such sorrows, not to low 'em.
you; : Beware
lose it not; for us (if you please.
Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord
Surrey, and Lord Chamberlain, . Nor.
And forçe them with a confancy,the Cardinal Cannot stand under them. If you omis
The offer of this time, I cannot promise
Sur. I am joyful
Suf. Which of the Peers
Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures :
me, I know: What we can do to him (though now the time Give way to us) I much fear. If
Nor. O fear him nor,
Sur. I should be glad to hear such news as this.
Nor. Believe it this is true.
Sur. How came
Suf. Most strangely.
Suf. The Cardinal's letters to the Pope miscarried,