Bishop of Rochester, it is not my hand nor seal!' To that quoth the king to my lord of Canterbury, Sir, how say ye? is it not his hand and seal?' 'Yes, sir,' quoth my lord of Canterbury. That is not so,' quoth the Bishop of Rochester, for indeed you were in hand with me to have both my hand and seal, as other of my lords had already done; but then I said to you that I would never consent to no such act, for it were much against my conscience; nor my hand and seal should never be seen at any such instrument, God willing; with much more matter touching the same communication between us.' 'You say truth,' quoth the Bishop of Canterbury; 'such words ye said unto me; but at the last ye were fully persuaded that I should for you subscribe your name, and put to a seal myself, and ye would allow the same. All which words and matter,' quoth the Bishop of Rochester, 'under your correction, my lord, and supportation of this noble audience, there is nothing more untrue.' 'Well, well,' quoth the king, it shall make no matter; we will not stand with you in argument herein, for you are but one man.' And with that the court was adjourned until the next day of this session." ACT III. SCENE I-Palace at Bridewell. A Room in the Queen's Apartment. The QUEEN, and some of her Women, at work. Q. Kath. Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles : Sing, and disperse them if thou canst : leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, Hung their heads, and then lay by. Fall asleep, or, hearing, die. Enter a Gentleman. Q. Kath. How now? Gent. An't please your grace, the two great cardinals Wait in the presence. Q. Kath. Would they speak with me? Gent. They will'd me say so, madam. Q. Kath. Pray their graces To come near. [Exit Gent.] What can be their business I do not like their coming. Now I think on 't, They should be good men ; their affairs as righteous: a The modern editors, without the slightest authority, read— "There had been a lasting spring." b We follow the punctuation of the original. The ordinary reading is— "I do not like their coming, now I think on 't." The old Latin proverb-" Cucullus non facit monachum." Wol. Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. Peace to your highness! Q. Kath. Your graces find me here part of a housewife; I would be all, against the worst may happen. What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords? Wol. May it please you, noble madam, to withdraw Into your private chamber, we shall give you The full cause of our coming. Q. Kath. Speak it here; There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience, Could speak this with as free a soul as I do! My lords, I care not, (so much I am happy Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw them, I know my life so even: If your business Seek me out, and that way I am wife in, Out with it boldly: Truth loves open dealing. Wol. Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina serenissima, Q. Kath. O good my lord, no Latin; I am not such a truant since my coming, As not to know the language I have liv'd in: A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious; Pray speak in English: here are some will thank you, If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake; May be absolv'd in English. Wol. Noble lady, I am sorry my integrity should breed, And service to his majesty and you, So deep suspicion where all faith was meant. To taint that honour every good tongue blesses; Nor to betray you any way to sorrow; You have too much, good lady: but to know How you stand minded in the weighty difference Most honour'd madam, Cam. His service and his counsel. so! My lords, I thank you both for your good wills; For her sake that I have been, (for I feel The last fit of my greatness,) good your graces, Alas! I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. [Aside. Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with these fears; Your hopes and friends are infinite. In England Q. Kath. Cam. I would your grace How, sir? Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel. Q. Kath. Cam. Put your main cause into the king's protection; He's loving, and most gracious; 't will be much Both for your honour better, and your cause; For, if the trial of the law o'ertake you, You'll part away disgrac’d. Wol. He tells you rightly. Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruin: Is this your christian counsel? out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge That no king can corrupt. Cam Your rage mistakes us. Q. Kath. The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye, Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues; But cardinal sins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye: Mend them, for shame, my lords. Is this your comfort? The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady? A woman lost among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd? I have more charity: But say, I warn'd ye; Take heed; for Heaven's sake, take heed, lest at once Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction; Q. Kath. Ye turn me into nothing: Woe upon ye, If ye be anything but churchmen's habits) Cam. Your fears are worse. Q. Kath. Have I liv'd thus long-(let me speak myself, |