Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.. King. Ay, and the best, the shall have; and my favour To him that does beft, God forbid elfe. Cardinal, Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary, I find him a fit fellow. Enter 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, whofe hand has rais'd me. Wol. Yes, he was. Cam. Was he not held a learned man? Wol. Yes, furely. Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Ev'n of yourself, Lord Cardinal. Wol. How! of me? Cam. They will not ftick to fay, you envy'd him; And fearing he would rife, he was fo virtuous, Kept him a foreign man ftill: which so griey'd him, That he ran mad and dy'd. Wol. Heav'n'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, I will have none fo near else. Learn this, brother, The most convenient place that I can think of, SCENE an Anti-chamber of the Queen's - Apartments. Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady. Anne. N° OT for that neither-here's the pang, that His Highness having liv'd fo long with her, and she The which to leave 's a thoufand-fold more bitter Would move a monster. Old L. Hearts of most hard temper Melt and lament for her. Anne. In God's will, better She ne'er had known pomp; though't be temporal, Old L. Ah! poor Lady, Anne. So much the more I fwear, 'tis better to be lowly born, (14) Yet if that quarrel,] The fenfe is fomewhat obfcure, and uncertain, here. Either quarrel must be understood metaphorically, to fignify a fhaft, a dart; as it is ufed by Chaucer; and as, among the French, they fay, un Quarreau d'arbalefte, an arrow peculiar for the crofs bow or we must read, as Mr. Warburton has conjectured; Yet if that quarr'lous fortune. And Shakespeare, I remember, fomewhere uses this expreffionas quarr'lous as a weazel, VOL. V. P Old Old L. Our content Is our beft having. Anne. By my troth and maidenhead, I would not be a Queen. Old L. Befhrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for't; and fo would you, You, that have fo fair parts of woman on you, Affected eminence, wealth, fovereignty; Which, to fay footh, are bleffings; and which gifts (Saving your mincing) the capacity Of your foft cheveril confcience 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 heav'n. Old L. 'Tis ftrange; a three-pence bow'd would hire me, Old as I am, to Queen it; but I pray you, What think you of a Dutchefs? have you limbs 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, For more than blushing comes to: if your back Anne. How do you talk! I fwear again, I would not be a Queen Old L. In faith, for little England Would for Carnarvanfhire, though there belong'd No more to th' crown but that. Lo, who comes here? Enter Lord Chamberlain. Cha.Good-morrow, Ladies; what were't worth to know The fecret of your conf'rence? Anne. My good Lord, Not your demand; it values not your asking: Our Our mistress' forrows we were pitying. Cham. It was a gentle bufinefs, 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 heav'nly bleffings Follow fuch creatures. That you may, fair Lady, Perceive I speak fincerely, and high note's Ta'en of your many virtues; the King's Majefly Commends his good opinion to you, and Does purpose honour to you no lefs flowing Than Marchionefs of Pembroke; to which title A thousand pounds a year, annual fupport, Out of his grace he adds. Anne. I do not know What kind of my obedience I should tender; Cham. Lady, I fhall not fail t'approve the fair conceit, The King hath of you.—I've perus'd her well; (15) Beauty and honour in her are fo mingled, [Apide. That they have caught the King; and who knows yet, But from this Lady may proceed a gem, To lighten all this ifle ?- I'll to the King, And fay, I spoke with you. Anne. My honour'd Lord. [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Why, this it is: fee, fee! I have been begging fixteen years in court, (Am yet a courtier beggarly) nor could (15) I've perufed her well:] From the many artful strokes of address the Poet has thrown in upon Queen Elizabeth and her mother, it fhould feem, that this play was written and perform'd in his Royal Mistress's time: if fo, fome lines were added by him in the laft fcene, after the acceffion of her fucceffor, King James: P 2 Come Come pat betwixt too early and too late, I For any fuit of pounds: And you, oh fate! (A very fresh fifh here; fy, fy upon ex This compell'd fortune) have your mouth fill'd up, Before you open its t Anne. This is ftrange to me. Old L. How taftes 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, Old L. With your theme, I could O'ermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembrake! That promifes more thoufands: Honour's train Anne. Good Lady, Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy, The Queen is comfortless, and we forgetful [Exeunt. SCENE |