For if the tryall of the Law o'retake ye,

You'l part away disgrac❜d.

Wol. He tels you rightly.

Queen. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruine: Is this your Christian Councell? Out upon ye.

Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge.

That no King can corrupt.

Camp. Your rage mistakes us.

ye:

Queen. The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye, Upon my Soule two reverend Cardinall Vertues: 121 But Cardinall Sins, and hollow hearts I feare Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort? The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady? A woman lost among ye, laugh't at, scornd? I will not wish ye halfe my miseries,

I have more Charity. But say I warn'd ye;

Take heed, for heavens sake take heed, least at once The burthen of my sorrowes, fall upon ye.

Car. [Wol.] Madam, this is a meere distraction, You turne the good we offer, into envy.

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Quee. Ye turne me into nothing. Woe upon ye, And all such false Professors. Would you have me (If you have any Justice, any Pitty,

If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits)

Put my sicke cause into his hands, that hates me?
Alas, ha's banish'd me his Bed already,

His Love, too long ago. I am old my Lords,
And all the Fellowship I hold now with him
Is onely my Obedience. What can happen
To me, above this wretchednesse? All your Studies
Make me a Curse, like this.

Camp. Your feares are worse.

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Qu Have I liv'd thus long (let me speake my selfe,

137. ba's: has (he has-CAPELL)-Cambridge.

Since Vertue findes no friends) a Wife, a true one?
A Woman (I dare say without Vainglory)
Never yet branded with Suspition?

Have I, with all my full Affections

Still met the King? Lov'd him next Heav'n? Obey'd him?

Bin (out of fondnesse) superstitious to him?
Almost forgot my Prayres to content him?
And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well Lords.
Bring me a constant woman to her Husband,
One that ne're dream'd a Joy, beyond his pleasure;
And to that Woman (when she has done most)
Yet will I adde an Honor; a great Patience.
Car. Madam, you wander from the good

We ayme at.

Qu. My Lord,

I dare not make my selfe so guiltie,

To give up willingly that Noble Title

Your Master wed me to: nothing but death
Shall e're divorce my Dignities.

Car. [Wol.] Pray heare me.

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Qu. Would I had never trod this English Earth, Or felt the Flatteries that grow upon it:

Ye have Angels Faces; but Heaven knowes your
What will become of me now, wretched Lady?

hearts.

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I am the most unhappy Woman living.
Alas (poore Wenches) where are now your Fortunes?
Shipwrack'd upon a Kingdome, where no Pitty,
No Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weepe for me?
Almost no Grave allow'd me? Like the Lilly
That once was Mistris of the Field, and flourish'd,
Ile hang my head, and perish.

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Car. [Wol.] If your Grace

Could but be brought to know, our Ends are honest,
You'ld feele more comfort. Why shold we (good Lady)
Upon what cause wrong you? Alas, our Places,
The way of our Profession is against it;

We are to Cure such sorrowes, not to sowe 'em.
For Goodnesse sake, consider what you do,

How you may

hurt your selfe: I, utterly

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Grow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage.
The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience,

So much they love it. But to stubborne Spirits,
They swell and grow, as terrible as stormes.

I know you have a Gentle, Noble temper,
A Soule as even as a Calme; Pray thinke us,

Those we professe, Peace-makers, Friends, and Servants.
Camp. Madam, you'l finde it so:

You wrong your Vertues

With these weake Womens feares.

As yours was, put into you, ever casts

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A Noble Spirit

Such doubts as false Coine from it. The King loves you,
Beware you loose it not: For us (if you please

To trust us in your businesse) we are ready
To use our utmost Studies, in your service.
Qu. Do what ye will, my Lords:

And pray forgive me;

If I have us'd1 my selfe unmannerly,
You know I am a Woman, lacking wit
'To make a seemely answer to such persons.
Pray do my service to his Majestie,

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He ha's my heart yet, and shall have my Prayers While I shall have my life. Come reverend Fathers, Bestow your Councels on me. She now begges

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That little thought when she set footing heere,

She should have bought her Dignities so deere. Exeunt

Scena Secunda.

[Ante-chamber to the King's apartment.]

Enter the Duke of Norfolke, Duke of Suffolke, Lord Surrey, and Lord Chamberlaine.

Norf. If you will now unite in your Complaints, And force them with a Constancy, the Cardinall Cannot stand under them. If you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promise, But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces, With these you beare alreadie.

Sur. I am joyfull

To meete the least occasion, that may give me
Remembrance of my Father-in-Law, the Duke,
To be reveng'd on him.

Suf. Which of the Peeres

Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least
Strangely neglected? When did he regard
The stampe of Noblenesse in any person

Out of himselfe?

Cham. My Lords, you speake your pleasures:
What he deserves of you and me, I know:
What we can do to him (though now the time
Gives way to us) I much feare. If you cannot
Barre his accesse to'th' King, never attempt
Any thing on him: for he hath a Witchcraft
Over the King in's Tongue.

Nor. O feare him not,

His spell in that is out: the King hath found
Matter against him, that for ever marres

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The Hony of his Language. No, he's setled (Not to come off) in his displeasure.

Sur. Sir,

I should be glad to heare such Newes as this
Once every houre.

Nor. Beleeve it, this is true.

In the Divorce, his contrarie proceedings
Are all unfolded: wherein he appeares,
As I would wish mine Enemy.

Sur. How came

His practises to light?

Suf. Most strangely.

Sur. O how? how?

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Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried, And came to th'eye o'th' King, wherein was read How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse

To stay the Judgement o'th' Divorce; for if
It did take place, I do (quoth he) perceive
My King is tangled in affection, to

A Creature of the Queenes, Lady Anne Bullen,
Sur. Ha's the King this?

Suf. Beleeve it.

Sur. Will this worke?

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Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coasts

And hedges his owne way.

But in this point,

All his trickes founder, and he brings his Physicke

After his Patients death; the King already

Hath married the faire Lady.

Sur. Would he had.

Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord,

For I professe you have it.

Sur. Now all my joy

Trace the Conjunction.
Suf. My Amen too't.

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