What shall become of me now! wretched Lady!
I am the most unhappy Woman living.
Alas, poor Wenches, where are now your Fortunes?
[To her Women.
Ship-wrack'd upon a Kingdom, where no Pity,
No Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weep for me?
Almoft no Grave allow'd me? like the Lilly,
That once was Miftrefs of the Field, and flourish'd,
I'll hang my Head, and perish.

Wol. If your Grace

Could but be brought to know our Ends are honeft,
You'll feel more comfort. Why should we, good Lady,
Upon what cause wrong you? Alas, our Places,

The way of our Profeffion is against it ;

We are to cure fuch Sorrows, not to fow 'em.
For goodness fake confider what

you do,

How you may hurt your felf, ay, utterly

Grow from the King's Acquaintance, by this Carriage..
The Hearts of Princes kifs Obedience,

So much they love it: But to fubborn Spirits,
They fwell and grow as terrible as Storms.

I know you have a gentle, noble Temper,

A Soul as even as a Calm; pray think us,

Those we profefs, Peace-makers, Friends and Servants.
Cam. Madam, you'll find it fo:

You wrong your Virtues

With thefe weak Womens fears. A Noble Spirit,
As yours was, put into you ever cafts

Such doubts as falfe Coin from it. The King loves you,
Beware you lose it not ; for us (if you please

To trust us in your Bufinefs) we are ready
To ufe our utmoft Studies in your Service.
Queen. Do what you will, my Lords;

And pray forgive me,

If I have us'd my felf unmannerly;
You know I am a Woman, lacking wit
To make a feemly answer to fuch Perfons.

Pray do my Service to his Majefty.

He has my Heart yet; and fhall have my Prayers,

While I fhall have my Life. Come, Reverend Fathers,
Beftow your Counfels on me. She now begs:
Q 3

That

That little thought when the fet footing here,
She should have bought her Dignities fo dear.

SCENE II.

[Exeunt.

Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey, and Lord Chamberlain,

Nor. If you will now unite in your Complaints,
And force them with a Conftancy, the Cardinal
Cannet fland under them. If you omit

The offer of this time, I cannot promife,
But that you thall fuftain more new Disgraces,
With thefe you bear already.

Sur. I am joyful

To meet the leaft Occafion that may give me
Remembrance of my Father-in-law the Duke,
To be reveng'd on him,

Suf. Which of the Peers

Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at leaft
Strangely neglected? When did he regard
The ftamp of Noblenefs in any Perfon
Out of himself?

Cham. My Lords, you speak your Pleafures:
What he deferves of you and me, I know:
What we can do him (though row the time
Gives way to us) I much fear. If you cannot
Bar his access to th’King, never attempt
Any thing on him; for he hath a witchcraft
Over the King in's Tongue.

Nor. O fear him not,

His Spell in that is out; the King hath found
Matter against him that for ever mars

The Hony of his Language. No, he's fettled,
Not to come off, in his high Difpleafure.

Sur. Sir,

I should be glad to hear fuch News as this
Once every hour.

Nor. Believe it, this is true.

In the Divorce, his contrary Proceedings
Are all unfolded; wherein he appears,

As

As I would with mine Enemy.

Sur. How came

His Practices to hight?

Suf. Moft ftrangely.

Sur. O how ? how?

Suf. The Cardinal's Letters to the Pope mifcarried,
And came to th'Eye o'th' King, wherein was read,
How that the Cardinal dia intreat his Holiness
To ftay the Judgment 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 Queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.
Sur. Ha's the King this?

Suf. Believe it.

Sur. Will this work?

Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coafts And hedges his own way. But in this Point,

All his tricks founder, and he brings his Phyfick
After his Patient's death; the King already
Hath married the fair Lady.

Sur. Would he had.

Saf. May you be happy in your wish, my Lord, For I profess you have it.

Sur. Now all my joy

Trace the Conjunction.
Suf. My Amen to't.
Nor. All Mens.

Suf. There's order given for her Coronation:
Marry this is but young, and may be left
To fome Ears unrecounted. But, my Lords,
She is a gallant Creature, and compleat
In Mind and Feature, I perfuade me from her
Will fall fome Bleffing to this Land, which shall
In it be memoriz'd.

Sur. But will the King

Digeft this Letter of the Cardinal's?

The Lord forbid.

Nor. Marry, Amen.

Suf. No, no:

There be moe Wafps that buz about his Nose,
Will make this fting the fooner. Cardinal Campeius

Is ftoln away to Rome, hath ta'en no leave,
Hath left the Cauf to th King unhandled, and
Is pofted as the Agent of our Cardinal,
To fecond all his Plot. I do afsure you,
The King cry'd Ha! at this,

Cham. Now God incenfe him;
And let him cry Ha, louder.
Nor. But, my Lord,
When returns Cranmer ?

Suf. He is return'd with his Opinions, which
Have fatisfy'd the King for his Divorce,
Gather'd from all the famous Colleges.
Almost in Chriftendom; shortly, I believe,
His fecond Marriage fhall be publish'd, and
Her Coronation. Katharine no more

Shall be call'd Queen, but Princess Dowager,
A Widow to Prince Arthur.

Nor. This fame Cranmer's

A worthy Fellow, and bath ta'en much pain
In the King's Bufinefs.

Suf. He has, and we fhall fee him,

For it, an Archbishop.

Nor. So I hear.

Suf. 'Tis fo.

The Cardinal.

Enter Wolfey and Cromwel,

Nor. Observe, obferve, he's moody.

Wol. The Packet, Cromwel,

Gav't you the King?

Crom. To his own Hand, in's Bed-chamber.
Wal. Lock'd he o'th' infide of the Paper?
Crom. Presently,

He did unfeal them, and the firft he view'd,
He did it with a ferious Mind; a heed
Was in his Countenance. You he bad
Attend him here this Morning.

Wol. Is he ready to come Abroad?
Crom. I think by this he is.

Wol. Leave me a while..

It shall be to the Dutchess of Alenfon,

The French King's Sifter; he fhall marry

[Exit Cromwel [Afide.

her.

Anne

Anne Bullen!---No, I'll no Anne Bullens for him,-
There's more in't than fair Vifage

No, we'll no Bullens

-Bullen!·

Speedily I wish

To hear from Rome-the Marchionefs of Pembrook!.

Nor. He's difcontented.

Suf. May be he hears the King

Does whet his anger to him.
Sur. Sharp enough,

Lord for thy Juftice.

Wol. [Afide.] The late Queen's Gentlewoman! A Knight's Daughter!

To be her Miftrefs's Mißtrefs! the Queen's Queen!-
This Candle burns not clear, 'tis I must snuff it,
Then out it goes-What though I know her virtuous
And well-deferving? yet I know her for

A fpleeny Lutheran, and not wholsom to

Our Cause!that the fhould lye i'th' Bofom of
Our hard-rul'd King!-Again, there is fprung up
An Heretick, an arch one; Cranmer, one
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the King,

And is his Oracle.

Norf. He's vex'd at fomething.

Enter King, reading of a Schedule.

Sur. I would 'twere fomething that would fret the ftring The Mafter-cord on's Heart.

Suf. The King, the King.

King. What piles of Wealth hath he accumulated
To his own Portion! and what expence by th' hour
Seems to flow from him! how i'th' name of Thrift
Does he rake this together! Now, my Lords,
Saw you the Cardinal?

Nor. My Lord, we have

Stood here obferving him. Some ftrange Commotion
Is in his Brain; he bites his Lips and starts,
Stops on a fudden, looks upon the Ground,
Then lays his Finger on his Temple; ftraight
Springs out into faft Gate, then ftops again,
Strikes his Breaft hard, and then anon, he cafts
His Eye against the Mcon, in moft ftrange Postures.
We have feen him fet himself.

King. It may well be,

There