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. 131 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? His Love, too long ago. I am old my Lords, Camp. Your feares are worse. 140 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? 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? 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 Car. [Wol.] Pray heare me. 150 160 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 hearts. 171 I am the most unhappy Woman living. 157-8. 1 1.-2Rowe. 159-60. 1 1.-2Rowɛ. Car. [Wol.] If your Grace Could but be brought to know, our Ends are honest, We are to Cure such sorrowes, not to sowe 'em. How you may hurt your selfe: I, utterly 180 Grow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage. So much they love it. But to stubborne Spirits, I know you have a Gentle, Noble temper, Those we professe, Peace-makers, Friends, and Servants. You wrong your Vertues With these weake Womens feares. As yours was, put into you, ever casts 191 A Noble Spirit Such doubts as false Coine from it. The King loves you, To trust us in your businesse) we are ready And pray forgive me; If I have us'd1 my selfe unmannerly, 200 1 bebaved 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 191-2. I 1.-POPE. 199-200. I 1.-2RowE. 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 Suf. Which of the Peeres Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Out of himselfe? Cham. My Lords, you speake your pleasures: Nor. O feare him not, His spell in that is out: the King hath found 10 20 30 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 Nor. Beleeve it, this is true. In the Divorce, his contrarie proceedings Sur. How came His practises to light? Suf. Most strangely. Sur. O how? how? 40 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 A Creature of the Queenes, Lady Anne Bullen, Suf. Beleeve it. Sur. Will this worke? 50 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. 60 |