ANNE BULLEN, maid of honour to Queen Katharine, and afterwards Queen.
Appears, Act I. sc. 4. Act II. sc. 3.
An old Lady, friend to Anne Bullen. Appears, Act II. sc. 3. Act V. sc. 1. PATIENCE, woman to Queen Katharine. Appears, Act IV. sc. 2.
Several Lords and Ladies in the dumb shows; Women attending upon the Queen; Spirits which appear to her; Scribes, Officers, Guards, and other Attendants.
SCENE,-CHIEFLY IN LONDON AND WESTMINSTER; ONCE, AT KIMBOLTON.
I come no more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present. Those that can pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a tear; The subject will deserve it. Such as give Their money out of hope they may believe, May here find truth too. Those that come to see Only a show or two, and so agree
The play may pass, if they be still and willing, I'll undertake may see away their shilling Richly in two short hours. Only they That come to hear a merry, bawdy play, A noise of targets; or to see a fellow In a long motley coat, guarded with yellow, Will be deceiv'd: for, gentle hearers, know, To rank our chosen truth with such a show As fool and fight is, beside forfeiting
Our own brains, and the opinion that we bring, (To make that only true we now intend,)
Will leave us never an understanding friend.
Therefore, for goodness' sake, and, as you are known The first and happiest hearers of the town, Be sad, as we would make you: Think, ye see The very persons of our noble story,
As they were living; think, you see them great, And follow'd with the general throng and sweat Of thousand friends; then, in a moment, see How soon this mightiness meets misery! And if you can be merry then, I'll say A man may weep upon his wedding-day.
Enter the DUKE OF NORFOLK, at one door; at the other, the DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM, and the LORD ABERGAVENNY.
Buck. Good morrow, and well met.
Since last we saw in France?
Healthful; and ever since a fresh admirer
Stay'd me a prisoner in my chamber, when Those suns of glory, those two lights of men, Met in the vale of Andren.a
Nor. Twixt Guynes and Arde: I was then present, saw them salute on horseback; Beheld them, when they lighted, how they clung In their embracement as they grew together;
Which had they, what four thron'd ones could have weigh'd
I was my chamber's prisoner.
The view of earthly glory: Men might say, Till this time pomp was single, but now married
a Andren. So the original; so the Chroniclers. modern editors write "the vale of Arde." Arde, or Ardres, is the town, which in the next line is spelt Arde in the original. Andren, or Ardren, is the village near the place of meeting.
To one above itself. Each following day Became the next day's master, till the last Made former wonders its: To-day, the French, All clinquant, all in gold, like heathen gods, Shone down the English; and, to-morrow, they Made Britain, India: every man that stood Show'd like a mine. Their dwarfish pages were As cherubins, all gilt: the madams too, Not us'd to toil, did almost sweat to bear The pride upon them, that their very labour Was to them as a painting: Now this mask Was cry'd incomparable; and the ensuing night Made it a fool, and beggar. The two kings, Equal in lustre, were now best, now worst, As presence did present them; him in eye Still him in praise: and, being present both, 'Twas said they saw but one; and no discerner Durst wag his tongue in censure. When these suns (For so they phrase them) by their heralds challeng'd The noble spirits to arms, they did perform
Beyond thought's compass; that former fabulous story, Being now seen possible enough, got credit, That Bevis was believ'd.
Nor. As I belong to worship, and affect In honour honesty, the tract of everything Would by a good discourser lose some life, Which action's self was tongue to.
To the disposing of it nought rebell'd, Order gave each thing view; the office did Distinctly his full function. Who did guide? I mean, who set the body and the limbs
Of this great sport together?
Clinquant-bright with gingling ornaments. b Censure comparison.
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