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The court of Rome commanding, you, my Lord
quainted Forth with for what you come. Where's Gardiner ?
Wol. I know, your Majesty has always lov'd her So dear in heart, not to deny her what A woman of less place might ask by law; 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 else. Cardinal, Pr'ythee, call Gardiner to me, my new fecretary, I find him a fit fellow.
Cardinal goes out, and re-enters with Gardiner. Wol. Give me your hand; much joy and favour to
Gard. But to be commanded
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. Believe me, there's an ill opinion spread then Ev'n of yourself, Lord Cardinal.
Wol. How! of me?
Cam. They will not stick to say, you envy'd him; And fearing he would rise, he was fo virtuous, skept him a foreign map ftill, which so griev'd him, That he ran mad and dy'd.
1. Kept him a foreign man fill.) sence, employed in foreign emKepe him out of the King's pre ballies.
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, If I command him, follows my appointment; I will have none fó néar elfe. » Learn this, brother, ! We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. King. Deliver this with modesty to ch'Queen.
[Exit Gardiner. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receit of learning, is Black-Friars; There ye shall meet about this weighty brefinefs. My Wolsey, see it furnish'd. O my Lord, Would it not grievę an able man to leave So sweet a bedfellow? but, confcience ! confcierice! O, 'tis a tender place, and must I leave her. [Exeunt.
: Enter Anne Bullen, and an old Lady Anne. OT for thar neither-here's the pang that
pinches. His Highness having liv'd so long with her, and the So good a ladý, that no tongue could ever Pronounce dishonour of her, (by my life, She never knew harm-doing) oh, now after ; So many courses of the sun, enthron’d, Stiil growing in a majesty and pomp, The which to leave 's a thousand-fold more bitter Than fweet at first t'acquire; after this process, • 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 fer, fend her away contemptuously; tence of ejection.
Old L. Hearts of most hard temper
i 1 She ne'er had known pomp; though 't be temporal, ? Yet if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce It from the bearer, 'tis a suff'rance panging As soul and body's fev'ring.
Old L. Ah! poor lady,
Anne. So much the more
Old L. Our content
Anne. By my troth and maidenhead, I would not be a Queen.
Old L. Beshrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for’t; and so would you, For all this spice of your hypocrisy ; . You, that have fo fair parts of woman on you, Have too a woman's heart, which ever yet Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty, Which, to say sooth, are blellings, and which gifts,
Yet if that quarrel, For fupposed to use quarrel for quar
tune, -] He calls Fortune a reller, as murder for murderer, the quarrel or arrow, from her strik. act for the agent. ing so deep and suddenly. Quar * -piranger now again.) Arel was a large arrow so called. gain an alien; not only no longThus Fairfax
er Queen, bue no longer an Eng-Twang'd the string, out flew lifbwoman. the quarrel long
8 mour befi Having. That WARBURTON. is, our best poffeffion. So in Mac. Such is Dr. Warburton's inter- berb, pretation. Sir Thomas Harmer
Of noble having and of royal hope. That quarreller Fortune. In Spanish, bazienda. I think the poet may be easily VOL. V.
Saving your mincing, the capacity
Anne. Nay, good troth-
Old as I am, to queen it. But I pray you,
Anne. No, in truth.
Old L. Then you are weakly made; + pluck off a little.
Anne. How do you talk !
Old L. In faith, for little England
Enter Lord Chamberlain.
Anne. My good Lord,
Cheveril, is kid's skin, foft Pluck up! is an idiomatical exleather.
pression for take courage. † Pluck off a little. ] What 9 You'd ventur an einballing.) must le pluck off? I think we You would venture to be diftinmay better read,
guithed by the ball, the enfiga -pluck up a little.
Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming
Anne. Now I pray God, amen!.
Cham. You bear a gentle mind, and heav'nly blessings
Than Marchioness of Pembroke; to which title
Anne. I do not know
* More than my all, is nothing :) than it is, it were still nothing. No figure can free this expresion * I shall not fail, &c.] I mall from nonsense. In spite of the not omit to strengthen, by my exactness of measure, we thould commendation, the
the King has formed. More than my all, which is nothing,
To lighten all this ille?-i. e. which all is nothing. Perhaps alluding to the carbuncle,
WARBURTON. a gem supposed to have intrinsic It is not nonsense, but only light, and to shine in the dark; an hyperbole. Not only my all any other gem may reflect light, is nothing, but if my all were more but cannot give it.