And heartily, for our deliverance; Or this imperious man will work us all Suf. him : My lord, you'll bear us company? Cham. Excuse me; The king hath sent me otherwhere besides, You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him: Health to your lordships. Nor. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain. NORFOLK opens a folding-door. The King is Suf. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted. Nor. 'Pray God, he be not angry. K. Hen. Who's there? I say. How dare you thrust yourselves Into my private meditations? Who am I? ha? Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences Malice ne'er meant: our breach of duty, this way, Is business of estate; in which, we come To know your royal pleasure. K. Hen. You are too bold; Go to; I'll make ye know your times of business: Is this an hour for temporal affairs? ha? Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. Who's there? my good lord cardinal!-O my Wolsey, The quiet of my wounded conscience, Thou art a cure fit for a king.-You're welcome, 3 me Most learned reverend sir, into our kingdom; Wol. [To Wolsey. Sir, you cannot. I would, your grace would give us but an hour K. Hen. We are busy; go. [To Norfolk and Suffolk. Nor. This priest has no pride in him? Nor. If it do, I another. I'll venture one heave at him. Suf. Aside. [Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk. I mean, the learned ones, in Christian kingdoms, One general tongue unto us, this good man, welcome, And thank the holy conclave for their loves; Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers' loves, You are so noble: To your highness' hand K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be Forthwith, for what you come :-Where's Gardiner! A woman of less place might ask by law, Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her. To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal, to you: You are the king's now. Gurd. But to be commanded. For ever by your grace, whose hand hath rais'd me. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner. [Aside, [They converse apart. Cam. My lord of York, was not one doctor Pace In this man's place before him? Wol. Yes, he was. Cam. Was he not held a learned man? Yes, surely. Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Even of yourself, lord cardinal. Wol. How! of me? Cam. They will not stick to say, you envied him; And, fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign man still: which so griev'd him, That he ran mad, and died. Wol. Heaven'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 else. Learn this, brother, We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen. [Exit Gardiner. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receipt of learning, is Black-Friars; There ye shall meet about this weighty business :~~~ My Wolsey, see it furnish'd.-O my lord, Would it not grieve an able man, to leave So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience,O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [Exeunt. SCENE III. An ante-chamber in the Queen's apartments. Enter ANNE BULLEN and an old Lady. Anne. Not for that neither;-Here's the pang that pinches : His highness having liv'd so long with her; and she Still growing in a majesty and pomp,-the which Would move a monster. Old L. Hearts of most hard temper Melt and lament for her. 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. Alas, poor lady! So much the more She's a stranger now again. Old L. Is our best having. Anne. Our content 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, 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 sooth, are blessings: and which gifts Of your soft cheveril 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, Anne. How you do talk! 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. Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming Anne. Now I pray God, amen! Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady, Anne. I do not know, What kind of my obedience I should tender; More than my all is nothing: nor my prayers |