For all this spice of your hypocrisy. 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,1 are blessings; and which gifts (Saving your mincing) the capacity 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 threepence bow'd would hire me, Old as I am, to queen it: but, I pray you, What think you of a duchess? have you Anne. No, in truth. limbs Old L. Then you are weakly made: pluck off a little.3 I would not be a young count in your way, For more than blushing comes to: if your back Ever to get a boy. I swear again, I would not be a queen 3 Let us descend yet lower, and more on a level with your own quality. 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 LORD CHAMBERLAIN. Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What were 't worth to know The secret of your conference? Anne. My good lord, Not your demand; it values not your asking. Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming Anne. Now I pray God, amen! Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady, Does purpose honor to you no less flowing 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 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, I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit1 The king hath of you.-I have perused her well: Beauty and honor 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, And say, I spoke with you. Anne. My honor'd lord. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. 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. 1 Opinion. Old L. How tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no. There was a lady once, ('tis an old story) That would not be a queen, that would she not, Old L. O'ermount the lark. A thousand pounds a With your theme, I could That promises more thousands: Honor's train your Are you not stronger than you were? Anne. Good lady, Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy, To think what follows. The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful What do you think me? [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A Hall in Black-Friars. Trumpets, sennet,1 and cornets. Enter two Vergers, with short silver wands; next them, two Scribes, in · SHAK. 1 Florish on instruments. IX. P 1 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 Gentleman Usher 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. Then enter the KING and QUEEN, and their trains. The King takes place under the cloth of state; the two Cardinals sit under him, as judges. The Queen takes place at some distance from the King. The Bishops place themselves on each side the court, in manner of a consistory; between them, the Scribes. The Lords sit next the Bishops. The Crier and the rest of the Attendants stand in convenient order about the stage. Wol. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded. K. Hen. What's the need? It hath already publicly been read, And on all sides the authority allow'd: You may then spare that time. Wol. Be 't so proceed. 1 Ensigns of dignity carried before cardinals. |