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lord! -

The Nor shall not, while I have a stump.

So now you are fairly seated. --Gentlemen,
Cham. Sir Thomas,
The penance lies on you, if these fair ladies

A t? Whither were you a-going?

Pass away frowning.
Lov. To the cardinal's;

Sands. For my little cure,
Your lordship is a guest too.
Let me alone!

K Cham. 0, tis true:

Till This night he makes a supper, and a great ono, Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolsey, attended;


and takes his state. To many lords and ladies, there will be The beauty of this kingdom, I'll assure yon.

Wol. You are welcome, my fair guests! that noble

lady Lou. That churchmau bears a bounteous mind in

The deed, Or gentleman, that is not freely merry,

Mor A hand is fruitful, as the land, that feeds us; Is not my friend. This, to confirm my welcome;

INI And to you all good health!

(Drinks. His dews fall every where.

I w Cham. No doubt, he's noble ; Sands. Your grace is noble:

ch Let me have such a bowl, may hold


thanks, He had a black mouth, that said other of him.

And save me so much talking. Sands. He may, my lord! he has wherewithal ;

Wol. My lord Sands, in him

C1 Sparing would show a worse sin, than ill doctrine. I am beholden to you : cheer your neighbours. –

The Men of his way should be most liberal; Ladies, you are not merry; - gentlemen,

Fin Whose fault is this? They are set here for examples.

TE Sands. The red wine first must rise Cham. True, they are so;

By But few now give so great ones. My barge stays ;

In their fair cheeks, my lord; then we shall have them Your lordship shall along:--- Come, good sir Thomas, Anne. You are a merry gamester,

Talk us to silence.
We shall be late else: which I would not be,

My lord Sands.
For I was spoke to with sir Henry Guildford
This night to be comptrollers.

Sands. Yes, if I make my play.

1 Sands. I am your lordship’s.

(Eseunt. For 'tis to such a thing,

Here's to your ladyship: and pledge it, madan, SCENE IV. - The presence-chamber in Yorkplace. Anne. You cannot show me.

T Hautboys. A small table under a state for the Sands. I told your grace, they would talk anon, Pc Cardinal, o longer table for the guests.

[Drums and trumpets within ; Chambers

C at one door Anne BULLEN, and divers Lords, Lan dies, and Gentlewomen, as guests; at another Wol. What's that?

discharged. door enter Sir Henny GUILDFORD.

T Cham. Look out there, some of you! Guild. Ladies, a general welcome from his grace Salutes ye all. This night he dedicates

Wol. What warlike voice?

I To fair content, and you: none here, he hopes,

And to what end is this?
In all this noble bevy, has brought with her
By all the laws of war you are privileg'd.

L One care abroad; he would have all as merry,

Re-enter Servant.
As first-good company, good wine, good welcome
Can make good people. - 0, my lord, you are tardy! Serv. A noble troop of strangers;

Cham. How now? what is't?
Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sards, and Sir For so they seem: they have left their barge, and

Taomas LOFELL.
The very thought of this fair company


And hither make, as great ambassadors Clapp'd wings to me,

From foreign princes.
Cham. You are young, sir Harry Guildford

Wol. Good lord chamberlain,
Sands. Sir Thomas Lovell, had the cardinal
But half my lay-thoughts in him, some of these

Go, give them welcome, you can speak the Fteach Should find a running banquet, ere they rested,

tongue; I think, would better please them. By my life,

And, pray, receive them pobly, and conduct them They are a sweet society of fair ones.

Into our presence, where this heaven of beauty,

Shall shine at full upon them!
Lov. O, that your lordship were but now confessor
To one or two of these!

[Exit Chamberlain, attended. All arise, Sands. I would, I were,

and tables removed.

You have now a broken banquet ; but we'll mend it.
They should find easy penance.
Lov, 'Faith, how easy?

A good digestion to you all! and, once more,
Sands. As easy, as a down-bed would afford it.

I shower a welcome on you: Welcome all!
Cham. Sweet ladies! will it please you sit? Sir Harry, Huutboys. Enter the King, and twelve Others
Place you that side, I'll take the charge of this : as Maskers, habited like Shepherds, with sisters
His grace is entering.– Nay, you must not freezes torch-bearers, ushered by the Lord Chamber
Two women plac'd together makes cold weather:

lain. They pass directly before the Cardinal, and My lord Sands, you are one, will keep them waking; gracefully salute him. Pray, sit between these ladies !

A noble company! what are their pleasures ?
Sands. By my fạith,

Cham. Because they speak no English, thus they
And thank your lordship! - By your leave, sweet la- pray'd
dies! (Seats himself between Anne Bullen To tell your grace: that, having heard by fame
and another Lady.

of this so voble and so fair assembly, If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me! This night to meet here, they could do no less

, I had it from my father.

Out of the great respect, they bear to beauty,
Anne. Was he mad, sir?

But leave their flocks, and, under your fair conduct,
Sands. O, very mad, exceeding mad, in love too: Crave leave to view these ladies, and entreat
But he would bite none; just as I do now,

An hour of revels with them.
He would kiss you twenty with a breath. [Kisses her. Wol. Say, lord chamberlain,

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They have done my poor house grace ; for which | 2 Gent. I am sorry for't.

1 Gent. So are a number more.
A thousand thanks, and pray them take their plea-| 2 Gent. But pray, how pass'd it?
sures. (Ladies chosen for the dance. The King 1 Gent. I'll tell you in a little. The great duke
chooses Anne Bullen.

Came to the bar; where, to his accusations,
K. Hen. The fairest hand, I ever touch'd ! O, beauty, He pleaded still, not guilty, and alleg'd
Till now I never knew thee. [Music. Dance. Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.
Wol. My lord, -

The king's attorney, on the contrary,
Cham. Your grace?

Urg'd on the examinations, proofs, confessions
Wol. Pray, tell them thas much from me: Of divers witnesses ; which the duke desir'd
There should be one amongst them, by his person, To him brought, viva voce, to his face: .
More worthy this place, than myself; to whom, At which appear'd against him, his surveyor,
If I but knew him, with my love and duty

Sir Gilbert Peck his chancellor, and John Court,
I would surrender it.

Confessor to him, with that devil-monk,
Cham. I will, my lord!

Hopkins, that made this mischief.
(Cham. goes to the Company, and returns. 2 Gent. That was he,
Wol. What say they?

That fed him with his prophecies?
Cham. Such a one, they all confess,

1 Gent. The same.
There is indeed; which they would have jour grace All these accus'd him strongly, which he fain
Find out, and he will take it.

Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not:
Wol. Let me see then!. (Comes from his state. And so his peers, upon this evidence,
By all your good leaves, gentlemen! -- Here I'll make Have found hin guilty of high treason. Much
My royal choice.

He spoke, and learnedly, for life; but all
K. Hen. You have found him, cardinal: [Unmasking. Was either pitied in him, or forgotten.
You hold a fair assembly; you do well, lord: 2 Gent. After all this, how did he bear himself?
You are a churchman, or, I'll tell you, cardinal, 1 Gent. When he was brought again to the bar,
I should judge now unhappily.

to hear
Wol. I am glad,

His knell rumg out, his judgment, he was stirr'd
grace is grown so pleasant.

With such an agony, he sweat extremely,
K. Hen. My lord chamberlain,

And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty:
Pr’ythee, come hither! What fair lady's that ? But he fell to himself again and sweetly,
Cham. An't please your grace, sir Thomas Bullen's In all the rest show'd a most noble patience.

2 Gent. I do not think, he fears death,
The viscount Rochford, one of her highness' women. 1 Gent. Sure, he doth not,
X. Hen. By heaven, she is a dainty ore. - Sweet- He never was so womanish; the cause

Ho may a little grieve at
I were unmannerly, to take you out,

2 Gent. Certainly,
And not to kiss you. - A healtb, gentlemen! The cardinal is the end of this.
Let it


1 Gent. 'Tis likely,
Wol. *Sir Thomas Lovell, is the banquet ready By all conjectures. First, Kildair's attainder,
l'the privy chamber?

Then deputy of Ireland; who remov'd,
Lov. Yes, my lord !

Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,
Wol. Your grace,

Lest he should help his father.
I fear, with dancing is a little heated.

2 Gent. That trick of state,
K. Hen. I fear, too much.

Was a deep envious one.
Wol. There's fresher air, my lord,

1 Gent. At his return,
In the next chamber.

No doubt, he will requito it. This is noted,
K. Hen. Lead in your ladies, every one! - Sweet And generally; whoever the king favours,

The cardinal instantly will find employment,
I must not yet forsake you. - Let's be merry!- And far enough from court too.
Good my lord cardinal, I have half a dozen healths 2 Gent. All the commons
To drink to these fair ladies, and a measure Hate him perniciously, and, o' my conscience,

, , ,
To lead them once again; and then let's dream Wish him ten fathom deep; this duke as much
Who's best in favour. - Let the music knock it! They love and dote on, call him, boonteous Bucking-
[Ereunt, with trumpets.

The mirror of all courtesy; -

1 Gent. Stay there, sir,

And see the noble ruin'd man, you speak of.
SCENE I. - A street.

Enter Buckingham from his urraignment; Tip-
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

staves before him: the axe with the edge towards 1 Gent. Whither away so fast ?

him; halberds on each side: with him, Sir Tho2 Gent. 0,- God save you!

mas Lovell, Sir Nicholas Vaux, Sir WILLIAN Even to the hall, to hear, what shall become Sands, and common People. Of the great duke of Buckingham.

2 Gent. Let's stand close, and behold him!
1 Gent. I'll save you

Buck. All good people,
That labour, sir! All's now done, but the ceremony You, that thus far have come to pity me,
Of bringing back the prisoner.

Hear what I say, and then go home aod lose me! 2 Gent. Were you there?

I have this day receiv'd a traitor's judgment, 1 Gent. Yes, indeed, was I.

And by that name mast die; yet, heaven bear witness, 2 Gent. Pray, speak, what has happen'd? And if I have a conscience, let it sink me, , 1 Gent. You may guess quickly, what.

Even as the axe falls, if I be not faithful!
2 Gent. Is he found guilty?

The law I bear no malice for my death,
1 Gent. Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd apon it. It has done, upon the premises, but justice :

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Bat those, that sought it, I could wish more christians. And when you wonld say something, that is sad,
Be what they will, I heartily forgive them: Speak, how I fell! - I have done; and God forgive me!
Yet let them look, they glory not in mischief,

(Exeunt Buckingham and Train.
Nor build their evils on the graves of great men ! 1 Gent. O, this is full of pity! — Sir, it calls,
For then my guiltless blood must cry against them. I fear, too many curses on their heads,
For further life in this world I ne'er hope,

That were the authors.
Nor will I sae, although the king have mercies 2 Gent. If the duke be guiltless,
More, than I dare make faults. You few, that lov'd me, 'Tis full of woe: yet I can give you inkling
And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, Of an ensuing evil, if it fall,
His noble friends, and fellows, whom to leave Greater than this.
Is only bitter to him, only dying,

1 Gent. Good angels keep it from us! Go with me, like good angels, to my end;


may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir? And, as the long divorce of steel falls on me, 2 Gent. This secret is so weighty, 'twill require Make of your prayers one sweet sacrifice,

A strong faith to conceal it.
And lift my soul to heaven! - Leadon, o'God's name! 1 Cent. Let me have it!

Lov. I do besecch your grace, for charity, I do not talk much.
If ever any malice in your heart

2 Gent. I am confident,
Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly. You shall, sir. Did you not of late days hear

Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you, A burcing of a separation
As I would be forgiven : I forgive all ;

Between the king and Catharine ?
There cannot be those numberless ofiences

1 Gent. Yes, but it held not:
I can't take peace with: no black envy For when the king once heard it, out of anger
Shall make my grave.

Commend me to his grace He sent command to the lord mayor, straight
And, if he speak of Buckingham, pray, tell him, To stop the rumour, and allay those tongues,
You met him half in heaven: my vows and prayers That durst disperse it.
Yet are the king's; and, till my soul forsake me, 2 Gent. But that slander, sir,
Shall cry for blessings on him. May he live Is found a truth now: for it grows again
Longer, than I have time to tell his years !

Fresher, than e'er it was, and held for certain,
Ever belor'd, and loving, may his rule be! The king will venture at it. Either the cardinal,
And, when old time shall lead him to his end, Or some about him wear, have, out of malice
Goodness and he fill up one monument!

To the good queen, possess'd him with a scruple,
Lov. To the water side I must conduct your grace; That will undo her: to confirm this too,
Then give my charge up to sir Nicholas Vaux, Cardinal Campeius is arriv'd, and lately;
Who undertakes you to your end.

As all think, for his business.
Vaur. Prepare there,

1 Gent. 'Tis the cardinal; The duke is coming: see, the harge be ready, And merely to revenge him on the emperor, And fit it with such furniture, as suits

For not bestowing on him, at his asking, The greatness of his person!

The archbishoprick of Toledo, this is purpos’d. : Buck. Nay, sir Nicholas,

2 Gent. I think, you have hit the mark: but is't Let it alone! my state now will but mock me.

not cruel,
When I came hither, I was lord high constable That she should feel the smart of this? The cardinal
And duke of Buckingham ; now, poor Edward Bohun: Will have his will, and she must fall.
Yet I am richer, than my base accusers,

1 Gent. 'Tis woful.
That never knew, what truth meant: I now seal it: We are too open here to argue this;
And with thatblood will make them one day groan for't. Let's think in private more!
My noble father, Henry of Buckingham,
Who first rais' d head against usurping Richard, SCENE UT. An antechambre in the palace,
Flying for succour to his servant Banister,

Enter the Lord Chamberlain, reading a letter. Being distress'd, was by that wretch betray'd, Cham. My lord, The horses your lordship sent And without trial fell ; 'God's peace be with him! for, with all the care I hud, I saw well chosen, ridHenry the seventh succeeding, truly pitying den, and furnish’d. They were young, and handsome, My father's loss, like a most royal prince, and of the best breed in the north. When they were Piestor’d me to my honours, and, out of ruins, ready to set out for London, a man of my lord cardiMade my name once more noble.

nal's, by commission, and muin power, took 'em from Henry the eighth, life, honour, name, and all me, with this reason, his master would be served That made me happy, at one stroke has taken before a subject, if not before the king: which stopped For ever from the world. I had my trial,

our mouths, sir.
And, must needs say, a noble one; which makes me I fear, he will, indeed !- Well, let him have them!
A little happier, than my wretched father: He will have all, I think.
Yet thus far we are one in fortunes, Both

Enter the Dukes of Norfolk and SUFFOLK.
Fell by our servants, by those men, we lov'd most; Nor. Well met, my good
A most unnatural and faithless service!

Lord chamberlain!
Heaven has an end in all. Yet you that hear me, Cham. Good day to both your graces !
This from a dying man receive as certain :

Suf. How is the king employ'd ?
Where you are liberal of your loves, and counsels,

Cham. I left him private,
Be sure, you be not loose ; for those you make friends, Full of sad thoughts and troubles.
And give your hearts to, when they once perceive Nor. What's the cause?
The least rub in your fortunes, fall away
Like water from ye, never found again

Cham. It seems, the marriage with his brother's

wife But where they mean to sink ye. All good people, Has crept too near his conscience. Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour Suf. No, his conscience of my long weary life is come opon me.

Has crept too near another lady. Farewell!

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This is the cardinal's doing, the king-cardinal : Most learned reverend sir! into our kingdom;
That blind priest, like the eldest son of fortune, Use us, and it. – My good lord, have great care
Turns what he lists. The king will know him one day. 'I be not found a talker.

(To Ilolsey.
Suf. Pray God, he do! he'll never know himself else. Wol. Sir, you caunot!
Nor. How holily he works in all his business! I would, your grace would give us but an hour
And with what zeal! For, now he has crack'd the of private conference.

K. Hen. We are busy; go![To Norfolk and Suffolk.
Between us and the emperor, the queen's great nephew, Nor. This priest has no pride in him?
He dives into the king's soul; and there scatters Suf. Not to speak of;
Dangers, doubts, wringing of the conscience, I would not be so sick though, for his place :
Fears, and despairs, and all these for his marriage : But this cannot continue.

And, ont of all these to restore the king,

Nor. If it do,
He counsels a divorce: a loss of her,

I'll venture one heave at him.
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years

Suf. I another.
About his neck, yet never lost her lustre:

(Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk.
Of her, that loves him with that excellence, Wol. Your grace has given a precedent of wisdom
That angels love good men with; even of her, Above all princes, in committing freely
That, when the greatest stroke of fortune falls,

Your scruple to the voice of Christendom :
Will bless the king: and is not this course pions? Who can be angry now ? what envy reach you ?
Cham. Heaven keep me from such counsel ! 'Tis The Spaniard, tied by blood and favour to her,
most true,

Must now confess, if they have any goodness,
These news are everywhere;every tongne speaks them, The trial just and noble. All the clerks,
And every true heart weeps for't. All, that dare

I mean, the learned ones, in christian kingdoms,
Look into these affairs, see this main end, — Have their free voices; Rome, the nurse of judgment,
The French king's sister. Heaven will one day open Invited by your noble self, hath sent
The king's eyes, that so long have slept upon One general tongue unto ns, this good man,
This bold bad man.

This just and learned priest, cardinal Campeius;
Suf. And free us from his slavery.

Whom, once more, I present unto your highness. Nor. We had need pray,

K. Hen. And, once more, in mine arms I bid him
And heartily, for our deliverance;

Or this imperions man will work us all
From princes into pages: all men's hononrs

And thank the holy conclave for their loves ;
Lie in one lump before him, to be fashion'd

They have sent me such a man I would have wish'd

Into what pitch he please.
Suf. For me, my lords !

Cam. Your grace must needs deserve all strangers'
I love him not, nor fear him, there's my creed:

As I am made without him, so I'll stand,

You are so noble. To your highness' hand
If the king please; his curses and his blessings I tender my commission; by whose virtue,
Touch me alike, they are breath I not believe in.

(The court of Rome commanding,) — you, my lord I knew him, and I know him ; so I leave him

Cardinal of York, are join'd with me their servant,
To him, that made him proud, the pope.

In the unpartial judging of this business.
Nor. Let's in ;

K. Hen Two equal men. The queen shall be ac-
And, with some other business, put the king

quainted From these sad thoughts, that work too much upon Forthwith, for what you come. - Where's Gardiner? him :

Wol. I know, your majesty has always lov’d her
My lord, you'll bear us company ?

So dear in heart, not to deny her that
Cham. Excuse mie;

A woman of less place might ask by law,
The king hath sent me other-where: besides, Scholars, allow'd freely to argue for her.
You'll find a most unfit time to disturb him. K. Hen. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and

my Health to your lordships

favour Nor. Thanks, my good lord chamberlain!

To him that does best; God forbid else. Cardinal, [Exit Lord Chamberlain. Pr’ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new secretary ; Norfolk opens a folding-door. The King is dis- I find him a fit fellow.

[Exit Wolsey.
covered sitting, and reading pensively.
Suf. How sad he looks! sure, he is much afflicted.

Re-enter Wolsey, with GARDINER.
K. Hen. Who is there? ha?

Wol. Give me your hand: much joy and favour
Nor. 'Pray God, he be not angry.
K. Hen. Who's there, I say? How dare you thrust You are the king's now.

Gard. But to be commanded
Into my private meditations ?

For ever by your grace, whose hand has rais'd me.
Who am I? ha?

[Aside. Nor. A gracious king, that pardons all offences, K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner! Malice ne'er meant : our breach of duty, this way,

[They converse apart. Is business of estate; in which we come

Cam. My lord of York! was not one doctor Pace
To know your royal pleasure.

In this man's place before him?
K. Hen. You are too bold;

Wol. Yes, he was.
Go to; I'll make ́ye know your times of business : Cam. Was he not held a learned man?
Is this an hour for temporal affairs ? ha?

Wol. Yes, surely.
Enter Wolsey and CAMPETUS.

Cam. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then
Who's there? my good lord cardinal? O my Wolsey, Even of yourself, lord cardinal !
The quiet of my wounded conscience,

Wol. How! of me?
Thou art a cure fit for a king. — You're welcome, Cam. They will not stick to say, you envied him;
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Kept him a foreign man still; which so griev'd him, I would not be a young count in your way,

Are That he ran mad and died. For more than blushing comes to : if your back

An Wol. Heaven's peace be with him! Cannot vouchsafe this burden, 'tis too weak

Make That's christian care enough: for living murmurers, Ever to get a boy.

And There's places of rebuke. He was a fool; Anne. How do you talk!

If th. For he would needs be virtuvus: that good fellow, I swear again, I would not be a queen If I command him, follows my appointment; For all the world,

The I will have none so near else. Learn this, brother, Old L. In faith, for little England

In o We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. You'd venture an emballing: I myself K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen! Would for Carnarvonshire, although there 'long'd.

Old [Exit Gardiner. No more to the crown but that. Lo! who comes here? The most convenient place, that I can think of,

Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
For such receipt of learning, is Black-Friars ; Cham. Good morrow, ladies! What wer't worth to

Trum There ye shall meet about this weighty business :

know My Wolsey, see it furnish’d. -O my lord ! The secret of

the conference?

your Would it not grieve an able man, to leave Anne. My good lord,

of a So sweet a bedfellow? But,conscience, conscience - Not your demand; it values not yonr asking : 0, ʼtis a tender place, and I must leave her! (Exeunt. Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying: S ENE III, An antechamber in the Queen's Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming

bear apurtinents. The action of good women: there is hope,

dinc Enter Anne Bullex, and an old Ludy.

will be well. Anne. Not for that neither; here's the pang that Anne. Now I pray God, amen! pinches:

Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly bles- Sal His highness having lived so long with her; and she .sings So good a lady, that no tongue could ever Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,

Ca Pronounce dishonour of her, -- by my life,

Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note's. She never knew harm-doing;

O now, after

Ta'en of your many virtues, the king's majesty So many courses of the sun enthron'd,

Commends his good opinion to you, and Still growing in a majesty and pomp, — the which Does purpose honour to you no less flowing

ho To leave is a thousand-fold more bitter, than Than marchioness of Pembroke; to which title 'Tis sweet at first to acquire, - after this process, A thousand pound a-year, annual support, To give her the avaunt! it is a pity Out of his grace he adds.

be Would move a monster.

Anne. I do not know, Old L. Hearts of most hard temper

What kind of my obedience I should tender;
Melt and lament for her.

More than my all is nothing: nor my prayers
Anne. 0, God's will! much better,
Are not words duly hallow'd, nor my wishes

She ne'er had known pomp: though it be temporal, More worth, than empty vanities; yet prayers, and
Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce


It It from the bearer, 'tis a suflerance, panging Are all I can return. 'Beseech your lordship, As soul and body's severing. Vonchsafe to speak my thanks, and my obedience,

Y Old L. Alas, poor lady!

As from a blushing handmaid, to his highness ; She's a stranger now again.

Whose health, and royalty, I pray for. Anne. So much the more

Cham. Lady, Must pity drop upon her. Verily,

I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit
I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born,

The king hath of you. - I have perus'd her well.
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, Beauty and honour in her are so mingled,
And wear a golden sorrow.

That they have caught the king: and who knows fet, Old L. Our content

But from this lady may proceed a gem, Is our best having.

To lighten all this isle? --I'll to the king, Anne. By my troth, and maidenhead,

And say, I spoke with you. I would not be a queen.

Anne. My honour'd lord ! (Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Beshrew me, I would,

Old L. Why, this it is; see, see!
And venture maidenhead for’t; and so would you, I have been begging sixteen years in court,
For all this spice of your hypocrisy:

(Am yet a courtier beggarly,) nor could
You, that have so fair parts of woman on you, Come pat betwixt too early and too late,
Have too a woman's heart; which ever yet For any suit of pounds : and you, (O fate !)
Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;

A very freshfish here, (fye, fye upon Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts This compell’d fortune) have your mouth fill'd ap, (Saving your mincing) the capacity

Before you open it.
Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive, Anne. This is strange to me.
If you might please to stretch it.

Old L. How tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no.
Anne. Nay, good troth,

There was a lady once, ('tis an old story,
old L. Yes, troth, and troth, – You would not be That would ñot be a queen, that would she not;
a queen?

For a'l the mud in Egypt: - have you heard it?
Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven. Anne. Come, you are pleasant.
Old L. 'Tis strange; a three-pence bowed would Old L. With your theme, I could

O'ermount the lark. The marchioness of Pembroke!
old as I am, to queen it: but, I pray you, A thousand pounds a-year! for pure respect;
What think you of a dutchess ? have you limbs No other obligation: by my life,
To bear that load of title?

That promises more thousands. Honours train
Anne. No, in truth.

Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time,
Old L. Then you are weakly made: pluck off a little; I know, your back will bear a dutchess ;-—-say,



hire me,



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