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They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd
for. Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers'
loves, You are so noble: To your highness' hand I tender my commission; by whose virtue, (The court of Rome commanding),-you, my lord Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant, In the unpartial judging of this business. K. Hen. Two equal men. The queen shall be
acquainted 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. K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my
favour To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal, Priythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary; I find him a fit fellow.
Re.enter Wolsey, with Gardiner.
Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour
to you; You are the king's now. Gard.
But to be commanded For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me.
[Aside. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner.
[They converse apart.
Yes, he was.
then Even of yourself, Iord cardinal.
How! of me! Cam. They will not stick to say, you envied 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.
Heaven's peace be with him ! That's christian care enough: for living murmurers, There's places of rebuke. He was a fool; For he would needs be virtuous: That good fellow, If I command him, follows my appointment; I will have none so near else. Learu this, brother, We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
[Erit Gardiner. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receipt of learning, is Black-Friars; There ye shall meet about this weighty business : My Wolsey, see it furnish'd.-O my lord Would it not grieve an able man, to leave So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience, 0, 'tis a tender place, and I must leave her.
An ante chamber in the Queen's apartments.
Enter Aune 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 Prouounce dishonour of her,-by my life, She never knew harm-doing ;-0 now, after So many courses of the sun enthrou'd,
. Out of the king's presence.
Still growing in a majesty and pomp,—the which
Hearts of most hard temper
0, God's will! much better,
Alas, poor lady!
So much the more
And range with humble livers in content,
By my troth, and maidenhead,
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 cheverila conscience would receive, If you might please to stretch it. Anne.
Nay, good troth,
* A sentence of ejection.
Possession. Old L. Yes, troth, aud trothy-You would not be a queen
? Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. Old L. 'Tis strange; a three-pence bow'd* would
Old as I am, to queen it: But, I pray you,
No, in truth.
How you do talk!
In faith for little England
Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Good-morrow, ladies. What wer't worth
to know The secret of your conference ? Anne.
My good lord,
Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming
Now I pray God, amen! Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly
Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
I do not know,
[Aside. Beauty and honour in her are so mingled, That they have caught the king: and who knows
But from this lady may proceed a gem,
My honour'd lord.
[Erit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. 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 liere, (fye, fye upon This compellid fortune!) have your mouth fill'd up, Before you open it.