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Wol. Noble lady,
I'm sorry my integrity should breed
(And service to his Majesty and you)
So deep fufpicion, where all faith was meant,
We come not by the way of accusation,
To taint that honour every good tongue blesses
Nor to betray you any way to sorrow;
You have too much, good lady: but to know

stand minded in the weighty difference
Between the King and you ? and to deliver,
Like free and honeft men, our just opinions
And comforts to your cause.

Cam. Most honour'd madam,
My lord of York, out of his noble nature,
Zéal and obedience he still bore your Grace,
Forgetting like a good man your late censure
Both of his truth and him, (which was too far)
Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace
His service and his counsel.

Queen. To betray me,
My lords, I thank you both for your good wills,
Yé speak like honest men, pray God ye prove so.
But how to make ye suddenly an answer
In such a point of weight, so near mine honour,
(More near my life, 1 fear) with my weak wit,
And to furch men of gravity and learning,
In truth I know not. I was set at work
Among my maids; full little, God knows, looking
Either for tuch men, or such business
For her fake that I have been, (for I feel
The last fit of my greatness) good your Graces,
Let me have time and council for my cause:
Alas, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless.
Wol. Madam, you wrong the King's love with thofe

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,



Is this

Though he be grown so desp'rate to be honest,
And live a subject ? nay forsooth, my friends
They, that must weigh out my afflictions,
They, that my trust must grow to, live not here;
They are, as all my comforts are, far bence
In my own country, lords.

Cam. I would your Grace
Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.

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
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 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:

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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 spirits,
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 profefs, peace-makers, friends and servants.
Cam. Madam, you'll find it so: you wrong your

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

you; : Beware


lose it not; for us (if you please.
To trust us in your bufiness) we are ready
To use our utmof studies in your service.
Queen. Do what you will, my lords; and pray

give me,
If I have us'd my self unmannerly.
You know I am a woman, lacking wit
To make a feemly answer to such perfons.
Pray do my service to his Majesty.
He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers,
While I shall have my life. Come, rey'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.


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



you and

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
Remembrance of my father-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

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 hims 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, be's settled,
Not to come off, in his most high displeasure.

Sur. I should be glad to hear such 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 enemy.

Sur. How came
His practices to light?

Suf. Most strangely.
Sur. How?

Suf. The Cardinal's letters to the Pope miscarried,
And came to th' eye o'th' King; whereint 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 ią affection to

A crea.


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