Cam. I would your Grace Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel. Queen. How, Sir? Cam. Put your main caufe into the King's pro tection; He's loving and moft gracious. 'Twill be much Wal. He tells you rightly. Queen. Ye tell me what ye with for both, my ruin. Is this your chriftian counsel? Out upon you! Heav'n is above all yet; there fits a judge, That no King can corrupt. Cam. Your rage mistakes us. Queen. The more fhame for you; holy men I thought you, Upon my foul, two rev'rend Cardinal virtues, The Cordial that you bring a wretched lady? I have more charity. But fay, I warn'd ye; Wol. Madam; this is a meer distraction; Ye turn the good we offer into envy. Queen. Ye turn me into nothing. Wo upon you And all fuch falfe profeffors! would ye have me, If ye have any juftice, any pity, The more frame for you.] If I mistake you, it is by your fault, not mine; for I thought you good. The distress of Cuiba rine might have kept her from the quibble to which fhe is irrefiftibly tempted by the word Cardinal. Ff2 Put Put my fick caufe into his hands that hates me ? Cam. Your fears are worfe Queen. Have I liv'd thus long - let me speak 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? 7 Been, out of fondnefs, fuperftitious to him? Almost forgot my prayers to content him? Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. Queen. My Lord, I dare not make myself fo guilty, To give up willingly that noble title Your mafter wed me to; nothing but death Wol. Prav, 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. What fhall become of me now! wretched lady! I am the most unhappy woman living. 7 fuperftiticus to him. ] That is, ferved him with fuperfluous attention; done more than was required. 8 Ye've angels' faces.] She may perhaps allude to the old juggle of gli and Angeli. -Alas! -Alas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes? That once was miftrefs of the field and flourish'd, Could but be brought to know, our ends are honeft The way We are to cure fuch forrows, not to fow 'em. So much they love it; but to ftubborn spirits, Those we profefs, peace-makers, friends and fervants, virtues With these weak womens' fears. A noble fpirit, Such doubts, as falfe coin, from it. The King loves you; Beware, you lofe it not; for us, if you please To trust us in your business, we are ready Queen. Do what you will, my Lords; and, pray, forgive me, If I have us'd myfelf unmannerly. You know, I am a woman, lacking wit He has my heart yet; and fhall have my pray❜rs, Ff3 While While I fhall have my life. Come, rev'rend fathers; Beftow your counfels on me. She now begs, That little thought, when the fet footing here, She fhould have bought her dignities fo dear. [Exeunt, SCENE II. Antechamber to the King's Apartments. Enter Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey, and Lord Chamberlain, Nor. F you will now unite in your complaints, IF And force them with a conftancy, the Car- Cannot ftand under them. If you omit Sur. I am joyful To meet the leaft occafion that may give me Suf. Which of the peers Have uncontemn'd gone by him, ' or at least The when did be regard The ftamp of nobleness in any perfon Out of himself?] The expreffion is bad, and the thought falfe. For it fuppofes Wolfey to be noble, which was not fo we fhould read and point, -when did he regard The ftamp of nobleness in any perfon; Out OF'T himself? i. e. when did he regard noblenefs The stamp of nobleness in any person Out of himself? Cham. My Lords, you speak your pleasures. Nor. O, fear him not, His spell in that is out; the King hath found The honey of his language. No, he's fettled, Nor. Believe it, this is true. In the Divorce, his contrary proceedings Sur. How came His practices to light? Suf. Moft ftrangely. Sur. How? Suf. The Cardinal's letters to the Pope mifcarried, A creature of the Queen's, lady Anne Bullen. nefs of blood in another; having none of his own to value himself upon. WARBURTON, I do not think this correction proper. The meaning of the prefent reading is ealy. When did he, however careful to carry his own dignity to its utmoft height, regard any dignity of another. 3 Contrary proceedings.] Private practices oppofite to his publick procedure. Ff4 Sur. |