SCENE 3.London.The palace
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 So good a lady that no tongue could ever Pronounce dishonour of her--by my life,She never knew harm-doing--O,now,after So many courses of the sun enthroned,Still growing in a majesty and pomp,the which To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than 'Tis sweet at first t'acquire--after this process,To give her the avaunt,it is a pity Would move a monster.OLD LADY.Hearts of most hard temper Melt and lament for her.ANNE.O,God's will!much better She ne'er had known pomp;though't be temporal,Yet,if that quarrel,fortune,do divorce It from the bearer,'tis a sufferance panging As soul and body's severing.OLD LADY.Alas,poor lady!She's a stranger now again.ANNE.So much the more Must pity drop upon her.Verily,I swear 'tis better to be lowly born And range with humble livers in content Than to be perk'd up in a glist'ring grief And wear a golden sorrow.OLD LADY.Our content Is our best having.ANNE.By my troth and maidenhead,I would not be a queen.OLD LADY.Beshrew me,I would,And venture maidenhead for 't;and so would you,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,are blessings;and which gifts,Saving your mincing,the capacity Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive If you might please to stretch it.ANNE.Nay,good troth.OLD LADY.Yes,troth and troth.You would not be a queen!ANNE.No,not for all the riches under heaven.OLD LADY.'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 limbs To bear that load of title?ANNE.No,in truth.OLD LADY.Then you are weakly made.Pluck off a little;I would not be a young count in your way For more than blushing comes to.If your back Cannot vouchsafe this burden,'tis too weak Ever to get a boy.ANNE.How you do talk!I swear again I would not be a queen For all the world.OLD LADY.In faith,for little England You'd venture an emballing.I myself Would for Carnarvonshire,although there long'd No more to th'crown but that.Lo,who comes here?
Enter the LORD CHAMBERLAIN
CHAMBERLAIN.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.Our mistress'sorrows we were pitying.CHAMBERLAIN.It was a gentle business and becoming The action of good women;there is hope All will be well.ANNE.Now,I pray God,amen!CHAMBERLAIN.You bear a gentle mind,and heav'nly blessings Follow such creatures.That you may,fair lady,Perceive I speak sincerely and high notes Ta'en of your many virtues,the King's Majesty Commends his good opinion of you to you,and Does purpose honour to you no less flowing Than Marchioness of Pembroke;to which tide A thousand pound a year,annual support,Out of his grace he adds.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 hallowed,nor my wishes More worth than empty vanities;yet prayers and 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.CHAMBERLAIN.Lady,I shall not fail t'approve the fair conceit The King hath of you.[Aside]I have perus'd her well:Beauty and honour in her are so mingled 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 honour'd lord!Exit LORD CHAMBERLAIN OLD LADY.Why,this it is:see,see!I have been begging sixteen years in court--Am yet a courtier beggarly--nor could Come pat betwixt too early and too late For any suit of pounds;and you,O fate!A very fresh-fish here--fie,fie,fie upon This compell'd fortune!--have your mouth fill'd up Before you open it.ANNE.This is strange to me.OLD LADY.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,For all the mud in Egypt.Have you heard it?ANNE.Come,you are pleasant.OLD LADY.With your theme I could O'ermount the lark.The
Marchioness of Pembroke!A thousand pounds a year for pure respect!No other obligation!By my life,That promises moe thousands:honour's train Is longer than his foreskirt.By this time I know your back will bear a duchess.Say,Are you not stronger than you were?ANNE.Good lady,Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy,And leave me out on't.Would I had no being,If this salute my blood a jot;it faints me To think what follows.The Queen is comfortless,and we forgetful In our long absence.Pray,do not deliver What here y'have heard to her.OLD LADY.What do you think me?Exeunt
SCENE 4.London.A hall in Blackfriars
Trumpets,sennet,and cornets.Enter two VERGERS,with short silver wands;next them,two SCRIBES,in the habit 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 silver cross;then a GENTLEMAN USHER bareheaded,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 some distance from the KING.The BISHOPS place themselves on each side of the court,in manner of consistory;below them the SCRIBES.The LORDS sit next the BISHOPS.The rest of the attendants stand in convenient order about the stage WOLSEY.
