Both of his truth and him, (which was too far), His fervice and his counsel. Queen. To betray me. My Lords, I thank you both for your good wills In fuch a point of weight, fo near mine honour, For her fake that I have been, (for I feel Alas! I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. Wol. Madam, you wrong the King's love with those Your hopes and friends are infinite. Queen. In England, [fears. But little for my profit. Can you think, Lords, They that my trust must grow to, live not here ; Cam. I would your Grace Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel. Cam. Put your main cause into the King's protection; He's loving and most gracious. 'Twill be much Both for your honour better, and your caufe: For if the trial of the law o'ertake ye, You'll part away difgracid. Wol. He tells you rightly. Queen. Ye tell me what ye wifh for both, my ruin, Is this your Christian counfel? out upon ye! Heav'n is above all yet; there fits a judge, That no King can corrupt. Cam. Your rage mistakes us. Queen. The more thame for ye: holy men I thought Upon my foul, two Rev'rend Cardinal virtues ; But Cardinal fins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye: [ye, Mend 'em for fhaine, my Lords. Is this your comfort? The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady? A woman loft among ye, laugh d at, fcorn'd? I will not with you half my miferies, I have more charity. But fay, I warn'd ye; Take heed, take heed, for Heaven's fake, left at once The burthen of my forrows fall upon ye. Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction; You turn the good we offer into envy *. Queen. Ye turn me into nothing. Wo upon ye, And all fuch false profeffors! Would you have me (If you have any justice, any pity, "If ye be any thing but churchmens' habits), His love too, long ago. I'm old, my Lords; Cam. Your fears are worfe Queen. Have I liv'd thus long (let me fpeak myself, Since virtue finds no friends) a wife, a true one? A woman (I dare fay, without vain-glory) Never yet branded with fufpicion ? Have I, with all my full affections, Still met the King? lov'd him next heav'n, obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, fuperftitious to him? Almoft forgot my prayers to content him? And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well, Lords. Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. Queen. My Lord, I dare not make myfelf fo guilty, To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to: nothing but death Wol. Pray hear me Queen. 'Would I had never trod this English earth, Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it! Ye've angels' faces, but heav'n knows your hearts. Alas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes? No friends, no hope! no kindred weep for me! Wol. If your Grace Could but be brought to know our ends are honeft, We are to cure fuch forrows, not to fow 'em. Grow from the King's acquaintance, by this carriage. So much they love it: but to stubborn spirits, Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and fervants. virtues With thefe weak women's fears. The King loves A noble spirit, [you; Queen. Do what you will, my Lords; and pray for If I have us'd myfelf unmannerly. You know I am a woman, lacking wit To make a feemly anfwer to fuch perfons. [give me, Pray do my fervice to his Majesty. He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, That little thought, when the fet footing here, S CEN E II. An antichamber to the King's apartment. Enter Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey, and Lord Chamberlain. Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints, Sur. I am joyful To meet the least occafion that may give me Suf. Which of the peers Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Cham. My Lords, you speak your pleasures. Nor. O, fear him not, His fpell in that is out; the King hath found Nor. Believe it, this is true. In the divorce, his contrary proceedings. Sur. How came Sur. How? Suf. The Cardinal's letters to the Pope mifcarried, A creature of the Queen's, Lady Anne Bullen. Suf. Believe it. Sur. Will this work? Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coafts And edges his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder; and he brings his phyfic After his patient's death; the King already Hath married the fair lady. Sur. 'Would he had! Suf. May you be happy in your wifh, my Lord; For I profefs you have it. Sur. Now all joy Trace the conjunction ? Suf. My Amen to't! Suf. There's order given for her coronation: In mind and feature. I perfuade me, from her Sur. But will the King Digeft this letter of the Cardinal's ? The Lord forbid ! Nor. Marry, Amen! Suf. No, no: |