Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which - To give her the avaunt! it is a pity Would move a monster. Old L. Melt and lament for her. Anne. Hearts of most hard temper O' God's will! much better, She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging As soul and body's severing. Old L. She's a stranger now again.8 Anne. Alas, poor lady! So much the more Must pity drop upon her. Verily, And wear a golden sorrow. And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you, You, that have so fair parts of woman on you Have too a woman's heart: which ever yet Which, to say sooth, are blessings: and which gifts • To give her the avaunt!] To send her away contemptuously; to pronounce against her a sentence of ejection. 7 Yet, if that quarrel, fortune,] Perhaps for quarreller. stranger now again.] Again an alien; not only no longer queen, but no longer an Englishwoman. JOHNSON. 9— our best having.] That is, our best possession. Of your soft cheveril1 conscience would receive, Anne. Nay, good troth, Old L. Yes, troth, and troth, -You would not be a queen? Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. Old. L. 'Tis strange: a three-pence bowed would hire me, Old as I am, to queen it: But, I pray you, Anne. No, in truth. Old L. Then you are weakly made: Pluck off a little;' I would not be a young count in your way, For more than blushing comes to: if your back Ever to get a boy. Anne. How you do talk! I swear again, I would not be a queen For all the world. Old. L. In faith, for little England You'd venture an emballing: I myself Would for Carnarvonshire, although there 'long'd No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here? Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What wer't worth to know The secret of your conference? Anne. My good lord, Not your demand; it values not your asking: Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying. Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming cheveril-] Is kid skin, soft leather. Pluck off a little; &c.] i. e. let us still further divest preferment of its glare, let us descend yet lower, and more upon a level with your own quality. The action of good women: there is hope, Anne. Now I pray God, amen! Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady, Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note's 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 Pembroke; to which title A thousand pound a year, annual support, Out of his grace he adds. Anne. I do not know, What kind of my obedience I should tender; More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers Are not words duly hallow'd", nor my wishes More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers, and wishes, Are all I can return. 'Beseech your lordship, 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, 4 I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit, * Beauty and honour in her are so mingled, [Aside. That they have caught the king: and who knows yet, But from this lady may proceed a gem, - To lighten all this isle? I'll to the king, Anne. you. My honour'd lord. More than my all is nothing, 3 More than my all is nothing, &c.] for my prayers and wishes are of no value, and yet prayers and wishes are all I have to return. I shall not fail, &c.] I shall not omit to strengthen, by my commendation, the opinion which the king has formed. Old L. Why, this it is; see, see! I have been begging sixteen years in court, This compell'd fortune!) have your mouth fill'd up, Anne. This is strange to me. Old. L. How tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no.5 There was a lady once, ('tis an old story,) That would not be a queen, that would she not, Old L. With your theme, I could O'ermount the lark. The marchioness of Pembroke ! A thousand pounds a year! for pure respect; No other obligation: By my life, That promises more thousands: Honour's train I know, your back will bear a duchess; - Say, Good lady, The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful What do you think me? [Exeunt. is it bitter? forty pence, no.] Forty pence was, in those days, the proverbial expression of a small wager, or a small sum. Money was then reckoned by pounds, marks, and nobles. 6 For all the mud in Egypt:] The fertility of Egypt is derived from the mud and slime of the Nile. SCENE IV. A Hall in Black-fryars. Enter two Vergers, Trumpets, Sennet', and Cornets. with short silver wands; next them, two Scribes, in the habits of doctors; after them, the Archbishop of CANTERBURY alone; after him, the Bishops of LINCOLN, ELY, ROCHESTER, and SAINT ASAPH; next them, with some small distance, follows a Gentleman, bearing the Purse, with the great seal, and a cardinal's hat; then two Priests, bearing each a silver cross; then a GentlemanUsher bare-headed, accompanied with a Sergeant at Arms, bearing a silver mace; then two Gentlemen, bearing two great silver pillars; after them, side by side, the two Cardinals WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS; two Noblemen with the sword and mace. King and Queen, and their Trains. place under the cloth under him as judges. distance from the King. on each side the court, between them, the Scribes. Bishops. The Crier and the rest of the Attendants stand in convenient order about the stage. Then enter the The King takes of state; the two Cardinals sit The Queen takes place at some The Bishops place themselves in manner of a consistory; The Lords sit next the Wol. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded. K. Hen. What's the need? It hath already publickly been read, Sennet,] Dr. Burney (whose General History of Musick has been so highly and deservedly applauded) undertook to trace the etymology, and discover the certain meaning of this term, but without success. Mr. Malone thinks it was no more than a flourish, or sounding. 8 – pillars ;] Pillars were some of the ensigns of dignity carried before cardinals. |