I have been begging fixteen years in court Anne. This is strange to me. 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 the not, For all the mud in Egypt; have you heard it? Anne. Come, you are pleasant. Old L. With your theme, I could O'ermount the lark. The marchioness of Pembrook! That promises more thousands: honour's train Anne. Good lady, Make your self mirth with your particular fancy, The Queen is comfortless, and we forgetful Old L. What do you think me? [Exeunt SCENE VI. Trumpets, Sonnet, and Cornets. Enter two Vergers) with short filver wands; next them two Scribes in the habits of Doctors; after them, the Bishop of Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops of Lincoln, Ely, Rochester, and St. Afaph; next them, with Some ; Some small distance, follows a gentleman bearing the purse, with the great seal, and the Cardinal's hat then two Priests, bearing each a silver cross; then a gentleman-usher bare-headed, accompanied with a ferjeant at arms, bearing a mace; then two gentlemen, bearing two filver pillars; after them, side by side, the two Cardinals, two noblemen with the sword and mace. The King takes place under the cloth of state the two Cardinals fit under him as judges. The Queen takes place some distance from the King. The bishops place themselves on each side the court in manner of a consistory: below them, the scribes. The lords fit next the bishops. The rest of the attendants stand in convenient order about the stage. Wol. W Hilft our commiffion from Rome is read, Let filence be commanded. King. What's the need? It hath already publickly been read, And on all fides th' authority allow'd, You may then spare that time. Wol. Be't so, proceed. Scribe. Say, Henry King of England, come into the court. Cryer. Henry King of England, &c. King. Here. Scribe. Say, Katherine Queen of England, Come into the court. Cryer. Katherine Queen of England, &c. [The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her chair, goes about the court, comes to the King, and kneels at his feet; then speaks ;] Sir, I defire you do me right and justice, 1 That That thus you should proceed to put me off, Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, fubject to your count'nance; glad or forry, I ever contradicted your defire ? Or made it not mine too? which of your friends Your pleasure be fulfill'd. Wol. You have here, lady, (And of your choice) these rev'rend fathers, men Of fingular integrity and learning: Yea, Yea, the elect o'th 'land, who are assembled For our own quiet, as to rectifie What is unfettled in the King. Cam. His Grace Hath spoken well and justly; therefore, madam, It's fit this royal fession do proceed, And that without delay their arguments Be now produc'd, and heard. Queen. Lord Cardinal, To you I speak. Wol. Your pleasure, madam. Queen. Sir, I am about to weep; but thinking that We are a Queen, or long have dream'd so, certain I'll turn to sparks of fire. Wol. Be patient yet Queen. I will, when you are humble; nay before, Or God will punish me. I do believe, You are mine enemy, and make my challenge. Refuse you for my judge, whom yet once more Wol. I do profess You speak not like your self, who ever yet O'er-topping woman's power. Madam, you wrong me. Or how far further shall, is warranted By a commission from the consistory, Yea, the whole consist'ry of Rome. You charge me, That That I have blown this coal; I do deny it. The which before Queen. My lord, my lord, I am A simple woman, much too weak t' oppose Your cunning. You are meek and humble-mouth'd; You sign your place and calling, in full seeming, With meekness and humility; but your heart Is cramm'd with arrogance, with spleen and pride. You have by fortune and his Highness favours Gone flightly o'er low steps, and now are mounted Where pow'rs are your retainers; and your words, Domesticks to you, serve your will, as't please Your felf pronounce their office. I must tell you You tender more your person's honour, than Your high profession spiritual. That again I do refuse you for my judge, and here Before you all, appeal unto the Pope To bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness And to be judg'd by him. [She courtesies to the King, and offers to departa Cam. The Queen is obstinate, Stubborn to justice, apt t'accuse it, and King. Call her again. Cryer. Katherine, Queen of England, come into the court. Usher. Madam, you are call'd back. Queen. What need you note it? pray you keep your way. When |