Kept him a foreign man1 still; which so grieved him, That he ran mad, and died.2 Wol. For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow, K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen. Would it not grieve an able man, to leave So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience,O, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her. [Exeunt. SCENE III. An Antechamber in the Queen's Apartments. Enter ANNE BULLEN, and an old Lady. Anne. Not for that neither;-Here's the pang that pinches : His highness having lived so long with her; and she She never knew harm-doing ;-O, now, after Still growing in a majesty and pomp,-the which 1 i. e. kept him out of the king's presence, employed in foreign embassies. 2 "Aboute this time the king received into favour Doctor Stephen Gardiner, whose service he used in matters of great secrecie and weight, admitting him in the room of Doctor Pace, the which being continually abrode in ambassades, and the same oftentymes not much necessarie, by the Cardinalles appointment, at length he toke such greefe therwith, that he fell out of his right wittes."-Holinshed. To leave is a thousand-fold more bitter, than Would move a monster. Old L. Melt and lament for her. Anne. Hearts of most hard temper O, God's will! much better, She ne'er had known pomp; though it be temporal, It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging Old L. 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, Old L. Is our best having.1 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, that have so fair parts of woman on you, you, Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts (Saving your mincing) the capacity Of your soft, cheveril 5 conscience would receive, you might please to stretch it. If 1 To send her away contemptuously. 2 Steevens thinks that we should read: "Yet if that quarrel, fortune to divorce It from the bearer," &c.; using fortune as a verb. 3 To pang is used as a verb active by Skelton, in his book of Philip Sparrow, 1568, sig. R v. 4 Our best possession. 5 Cheveril is kid leather. 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 bowed would 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, Anne. How you do talk! I swear again, I would not be a queen Old L. In faith, for little England 2 You'd venture an emballing: I myself Would for Carnarvonshire, although there 'longed 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: 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 God, amen! Cham. You bear a gentle mind; and heavenly blessings 1 The old lady says, "Pluck off a little;" let us descend a little lower. 2 i. e. you would venture to be distinguished by the ball, the ensign of royalty. Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady, Anne. Are all I can return. 'Beseech your lordship, Cham. Lady, 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 honored lord. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Why, this it is; see, see! I have been begging sixteen years in court, This compelled fortune!) have your mouth filled up, Anne. This is strange to me. 1 Mason proposes to substitute for for nor. 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. That promises more thousands; honor's train Anne. The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful What do you think me? SCENE IV. A Hall in Black-Friars. Trumpets sennet,2 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 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, bareheaded, accompanied with a Ser 1 Forty pence was in those days the proverbial expression of a small wager. 2 This word sennet is the senne of the old French, or the segno or segnata of the Italians, a signal given by sound of trumpet—“ signum dare buccina." |