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Who can be angry now? what envy reach you?
I mean, the learned ones, in christian kingdoms, Have their free voices: Rome, the nurse of judgement,
Invited by your noble self, hath sent
One general tongue unto us, this good man,
And thank the holy conclave for their loves;
You are so noble: To your highness' hand
King. Two equal men. The queen shall be ac-
Forthwith, for what you come.-Where's Gardiner ? Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov'd her So dear in heart, not to deny her that
A woman of less place might ask by law,
Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.
King, Ay, and the best she shall have; and my favour
To him that does best; heaven forbid else. Cardinal, 'Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary; I find him a fit fellow.
WOLSEY goes out, and returns with GARDINER.
Wol. Give me your hand; much joy and fayour to
You are the king's now.
Gard. But to be commanded
For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me.
King. Come hither, Gardiner.
[Walks and whispers with him.]
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?
Wol. 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 envy'd 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. Heav'n's peace be with him!
That's christian care enough: for living murmurers,
For he would needs be virtuous: That good fellow,
So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience,-
[Exeunt WOLSEY, the King, and CAMPEIUS.
An Antechamber of the Queen's Apartments.
Enter ANNE BULLEN, and Lady DENNY.
Anne. Not for that neither;-Here's the pang that pinches :
His highness having liv'd so long with her; and she
So good a lady, that no tongue could ever
I swear 't is better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Who would on such conditions be a queen ?
L. Den. Beshrew me, I would; so would you, For all this spice of your hypocrisy.
Anne. Nay, good troth,
L. Den. Yes, troth and troth,-You would not be a queen?
Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven.
L. Den. A three-pence bow'd would hire me,
What think you of a duchess? have you limbs
Anne. No, in truth.
L. Den. I would not be a young count in your way, For more than blushing comes to.
Anne. How you do talk!
I swear again, I would not be a
L. Den. 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 Chamberlain.
Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What were 't worth, to know
The secret of your conference?
Anne. My good lord,
Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying.
Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming
The action of good women: there is hope,
All will be well.
Anne. Now I pray heaven, amen!
Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly bless
Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
Perceive I speak sincerely,
The king's majesty
Commends his good opinion of you, and
Anne. I do not know,
What kind of my obedience I should tender;
'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.
I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit,
The king hath of you. I have perus'd her well;
That they have caught the king: And who knows yet,
To lighten all this isle?—I'll to the king,
And say, I spoke with you.
Anne. My honour'd lord.
L. Den. The marchioness of Pembroke !
That promises more thousands:-By this time,
Anne. Good lady,
Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy,
The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful
L. Den. What do you think me?
[Exeunt ANNE BULLEN, and Lady DENNY.
A Hall in Black-Friars.
Flourish of Trumpets and Drums.
The Court sitting for the trial of Queen KATHARINE.The King, WOLSEY, CAMPEIUS. NORFOLK, SufFOLK, Chamberlain, LOVEL, CROMWELL, Bishops, Judges, Gentlemen and Ladies,-Clerk of the Court, -Officers, and Guards,-discovered.
Wol. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded.
King. What's the need?
It hath already publickly been read,
You may then spare that time.
Wol. Be't so:-Proceed.
Crom. Say, Henry king of England, come into
Clerk. Henry king of England, &c.
Crom. Say, Katharine queen of England, come into. the court.
Clerk. Katharine queen of England, &c.
Enter the Queen preceded by GUILDFORD with a cushion, which he places; then the Queen kneels.
Queen. Sir, I desire you do me right and justice; And to bestow your pity on me: for
I am a most poor woman, and a stranger,
Born out of your dominions; having here
No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance
Of equal friendship and proceeding,-(She rises.)
In what have I offended you? what cause