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Re-enter WOLSEY, 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. [Aside. K. Hen. Come hither, Gardiner.
[They converse apart. 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? Wol.
Yes, surely. Cam. Believe me, there 's an ill opinion spread then Even of yourself, lord cardinal. Wol.
How! of me? Cam. They will not stick to say you envied him ; And fearing he would rise, he was so virtuous, Kept him a foreign man still; which so griev'd him, That he ran mad, and died. Wol.
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 so near else. Learn this, brother, We live not to be grip'd by meaner persons. K. Hen. Deliver this with modesty to the queen.
[Exit GARDINER. The most convenient place that I can think of, For such receipt of learning, is Blackfriars ; There ye shall meet about this weighty business : My Wolsey, ee it furnish'd. O my lord, Would it not grieve an able man, to leave So sweet a bedfellow? But, conscience, conscience, 0, 't is a tender place, and I must leave her. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-An Antechamber in the Queen's
Hearts of most hard temper
0, God's will ! inuch better
Alas, poor lady!
So much the more
By my troth and maidenhead,
a Quarrel is an arrow.
Beshrew me, I would,
Nay, good troth, Old L. Yes, troth, and troth,-You would not be a
Anne. No, not for all the riches under heaven.
Old L. T is strange: a three-pence bowed would Old as I am, to queen it: But, I pray you, What think you of a duchess ? have
limbs To bear that load of title? Anne.
No, in truth.
little ; 6
Anne. How you do talk !
Old L. In faith, for little England
a Cheveril-kid-skin. So in Romeo and Juliet,” “O, here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an inch narrow to an ell broad."
6 Pluck off a little descend a little: You refuse to be a queen, a duchess, try a count.
Enter the Lord Chamberlain. Cham. Good morrow, ladies. What wer't worth to
know The secret of your conference ? Anne.
My good lord,
Cham. It was a gentle business, and becoming
Anne. Now I pray God, amen!
I do not know
Lady, I shall not fail to improve the fair conceit The king hath you.---I have perus’d her well; [Aside. Beauty and honour in her are so mingled, That they have caught the king : and who knows yet, But from this lady may proceed a gem
To lighten all this isle!—I 'll to the king,
I spoke with you. Anne.
My honour'd lord.
[Exit Lord Chamberlain. Old L. Why, this it is ; see, see ! I have been begging sixteen years in court, (Am yet a courtier beggarly,) nor could Come pat betwixt too early and too late, For any suit of pounds : and you, (O fate!) A very fresh-fish here, (fie, fie, fie upon This compell’d fortune!) have your mouth fill'd up Before you open it. Anne.
This is strange to me.
Anne. Come, you are pleasant.
With your theme, I could
What do you think me? [Exeunt.'