The court of Rome commanding, you, my Lord Cardinal of York, are join'd with me, their fervant, In the impartial judging of this business. King. Two equal men. The Queen fhall be acquainted Forthwith for what you come. Where's Gardiner? A woman of lefs place might afk by law; King. Ay, and the best, she shall have; and my ..favour To him that does beft, God forbid elfe. Cardinal, Cardinal goes out, and re-enters 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. King. Come hither, Gardiner. [Walks and whispers. Cam. My Lord of York, was not one Doctor Pace In this man's place before him? Wol. Yes, he was. Cam. Was he not held a learned man? 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 griev'd him, That he ran mad and dy'd. Kept him a foreign man ftill.] Kept him out of the King's pre fence, employed in foreign embaffies. Wol. Wol. Heav'n's peace be with him! That's chriftian care enough. For living murmurers, For he would needs be virtuous. That good fellow, I will have none fo near elfe. Learn this, brother,! So fweet a bedfellow? but, confcience! confcience! Anne. An Antechamber of the Queen's Apartments. Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady OT for that neither-here's the pang that NOT pinches. His Highnefs having liv'd fo long with her, and she The which to leave 's a thoufand-fold more bitter Than sweet at firft t'acquire; after this procefs, 6 "To give her the avant! it is a pity Would move a monster. , 6 To give her the avant!] To to pronounce against her a fea fend her away contemptuoufly; tence of ejection. Old 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, Old L. Our content Is' our best 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 so would you, You, that have fo fair parts of woman on you, Which, to fay footh, are blessings; and which gifts, Yet if that quarrel, For That quarreller Fortune. fuppofed to use quarrel for quarreller, as murder for murderer, the act for the agent. * firanger now again.] Again an alien; not only no longer Queen, but no longer an Englifhwoman. 8 -our beft Having.] That is, our best poffeffion. So in Macbeth, Promifes Of noble having and of royal hope. Ee Saving 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? 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 blufhing comes to. If your back Cannot vouchsafe this burden, 'tis too weak Ever to get a boy. Anne. How do you talk! I fwear again, I would not be a Queen Old L. In faith, for little England 9 You'd venture an emballing: I myself Would for Carnarvonshire, though there belong'd No more to th' Crown but that. Lo, who comes here? Enter Lord Chamberlain. Cham. 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 mistress' forrows we were pitying. Cheveril, is kid's fkin, foft leather. + Pluck off a little. ] What muft the pluck off? I think we may better read, -pluck up a little. Pluck up is an idiomatical expreffion for take courage. You'd ventur an emballing.] You would venture to be diftinguished by the ball, the enfign of royalty, Cham Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming 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, an high note's Ta'en of your many virtues; the King's Majefty Commends his good opinion to you, and Does purpose honour to you no lefs flowing Than Marchioness of Pembroke; to which title' A thousand pounds a year, annual support, Out of his grace he adds. Anne. I do not know. What kind of my obedience I fhould tender. Cham. Lady, I fhall not fail t'approve the fair conceit, The King hath of you. I've perus'd her well; Beauty and honour are in her fo mingled, [Afide. That they have caught the King; and who knows yet, But from this lady may proceed a Gem, 1 More than my all, is nothing :] No figure can free this expreffion from nonfenfe. In fpite of the exactness of measure, we should read, More than my all, WHICH is nothing, 3 To lighten all this ifle ?—] Perhaps alluding to the carbuncle, a gem fuppofed to have intrinfic light, and to fhine in the dark; any other gem may reflect light, but cannot give it. Ee 2 i. e. which all is nothing. WARBURTON. It is not nonfenfe, but only an hyperbole. Not only my all is nothing, but if my all were more To |