And range with humble livers in content, Old L. Is our best having. 4 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, Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty; Which, to say sooth, 5 are blessings: and which gifts (Saving your mincing) the capacity Of your soft cheveril 6 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. 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, 4 Possession. 5 Truth. 6 Kid-skin. 7 Crook'd. For more than blushing comes to: if your back Ever to get a boy. Anne. How you do talk! I swear again, I would not be a queen 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 the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What wer'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 bles sings Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady, Out of his grace he adds. Anne. I do not know, What kind of my obedience I should tender; Are all I can return. 'Beseech your lordship, Cham. Lady, 8 I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit, Beauty and honour in her are so mingled, [Aside. That they have caught the king: and who knows yet, To lighten all this isle ?—I'll to the king, Anne. My honour'd lord. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Why, this it is; see, see! I have been begging sixteen years in court, A very fresh-fish here, (fye, fye upon This compell'd fortune!) have your mouth fill'd up, Before you open it. Anne. This is strange to me. 8 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. With your theme, I could That promises more thousands: Honour's train I know, your back will bear a duchess ;-Say, 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 Trumpets, sennet, and cornets. Enter two Vergers, with short silver wands; next them, two Scribes, in the habits of doctors; after them, the Archbishop of Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops of Lin 9 Flourish on cornets. coln, 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 publickly been read, And on all sides the authority allow'd ; You may then spare that time. Wol. Be't so:-Proceed. Scribe. Say, Henry king of England, come into the court. Crier. Henry king of England, &c. K. Hen. Here. 1 Ensigns of dignity carried before cardinals. |