Act 2, Scene 3

An ante-chamber of the Queen's apartments.

  1. [Enter Anne Bullen and an Old Lady.]
  2. Anne Bullen
  3. 1125 Not for that neither. Here's the pang that pinches:
  4. 1126 His Highness having liv'd so long with her, and she
  5. 1127 So good a lady that no tongue could ever
  6. 1128 Pronounce dishonour of her,—by my life,
  7. 1129 She never knew harm-doing—O, now, after
  8. 1130 So many courses of the sun enthroned,
  9. 1131 Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which
  10. 1132 To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than
  11. 1133 'Tis sweet at first to acquire,—after this process,
  12. 1134 To give her the avaunt, it is a pity
  13. 1135 Would move a monster.
  14. Old Lady
  15. 1136 Hearts of most hard temper
  16. 1137 Melt and lament for her.
  17. Anne Bullen
  18. 1138 O, God's will, much better
  19. 1139 She ne'er had known pomp! Though't be temporal,
  20. 1140 Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce
  21. 1141 It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance panging
  22. 1142 As soul and body's severing.
  23. Old Lady
  24. 1143 Alas, poor lady!
  25. 1144 She's a stranger now again.
  26. Anne Bullen
  27. 1145 So much the more
  28. 1146 Must pity drop upon her. Verily,
  29. 1147 I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born
  30. 1148 And range with humble livers in content,
  31. 1149 Than to be perk'd up in a glist'ring grief,
  32. 1150 And wear a golden sorrow.
  33. Old Lady
  34. 1151 Our content
  35. 1152 Is our best having.
  36. Anne Bullen
  37. 1153 By my troth and maidenhead,
  38. 1154 I would not be a queen.
  39. Old Lady
  40. 1155 Beshrew me, I would,
  41. 1156 And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you,
  42. 1157 For all this spice of your hypocrisy.
  43. 1158 You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
  44. 1159 Have too a woman's heart, which ever yet
  45. 1160 Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;
  46. 1161 Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts,
  47. 1162 Saving your mincing, the capacity
  48. 1163 Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive,
  49. 1164 If you might please to stretch it.
  50. Anne Bullen
  51. 1165 Nay, good troth.
  52. Old Lady
  53. 1166 Yes, troth and troth. You would not be a queen?
  54. Anne Bullen
  55. 1167 No, not for all the riches under heaven.
  56. Old Lady
  57. 1168 'Tis strange. A three-pence bow'd would hire me,
  58. 1169 Old as I am, to queen it. But, I pray you,
  59. 1170 What think you of a duchess? Have you limbs
  60. 1171 To bear that load of title?
  61. Anne Bullen
  62. 1172 No, in truth.
  63. Old Lady
  64. 1173 Then you are weakly made; pluck off a little.
  65. 1174 I would not be a young count in your way,
  66. 1175 For more than blushing comes to. If your back
  67. 1176 Cannot vouchsafe this burden, 'tis too weak
  68. 1177 Ever to get a boy.
  69. Anne Bullen
  70. 1178 How you do talk!
  71. 1179 I swear again I would not be a queen
  72. 1180 For all the world.
  73. Old Lady
  74. 1181 In faith, for little England
  75. 1182 You'd venture an emballing. I myself
  76. 1183 Would for Carnarvonshire, although there long'd
  77. 1184 No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here?
  78. [Enter the Lord Chamberlain.]
  79. Lord Chamberlain
  80. 1185 Good morrow, ladies. What were't worth to know
  81. 1186 The secret of your conference?
  82. Anne Bullen
  83. 1187 My good lord,
  84. 1188 Not your demand; it values not your asking.
  85. 1189 Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying.
  86. Lord Chamberlain
  87. 1190 It was a gentle business, and becoming
  88. 1191 The action of good women. There is hope
  89. 1192 All will be well.
  90. Anne Bullen
  91. 1193 Now, I pray God, amen!
  92. Lord Chamberlain
  93. 1194 You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings
  94. 1195 Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
  95. 1196 Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note's
  96. 1197 Ta'en of your many virtues, the King's Majesty
  97. 1198 Commends his good opinion of you, and
  98. 1199 Does purpose honour to you no less flowing
  99. 1200 Than Marchioness of Pembroke; to which title
  100. 1201 A thousand pound a year, annual support,
  101. 1202 Out of his grace he adds.
  102. Anne Bullen
  103. 1203 I do not know
  104. 1204 What kind of my obedience I should tender.
  105. 1205 More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers
  106. 1206 Are not words duly hallowed, nor my wishes
  107. 1207 More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers and wishes
  108. 1208 Are all I can return. Beseech your lordship,
  109. 1209 Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience,
  110. 1210 As from a blushing handmaid, to his Highness;
  111. 1211 Whose health and royalty I pray for.
  112. Lord Chamberlain
  113. 1212 Lady,
  114. 1213 I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit
  115. 1214 The King hath of you.
  116. [Aside.]
  117. Lord Chamberlain
  118. 1215 I have perus'd her well.
  119. 1216 Beauty and honour in her are so mingled
  120. 1217 That they have caught the King; and who knows yet
  121. 1218 But from this lady may proceed a gem
  122. 1219 To lighten all this isle? I'll to the King,
  123. 1220 And say I spoke with you.
  124. [Exit Lord Chamberlain.]
  125. Anne Bullen
  126. 1221 My honour'd lord.
  127. Old Lady
  128. 1222 Why, this it is: see, see!
  129. 1223 I have been begging sixteen years in court,
  130. 1224 Am yet a courtier beggarly, nor could
  131. 1225 Come pat betwixt too early and too late
  132. 1226 For any suit of pounds; and you, O fate!
  133. 1227 A very fresh-fish here—fie, fie, fie upon
  134. 1228 This compell'd fortune!—have your mouth fill'd up
  135. 1229 Before you open it.
  136. Anne Bullen
  137. 1230 This is strange to me.
  138. Old Lady
  139. 1231 How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no.
  140. 1232 There was a lady once, 'tis an old story,
  141. 1233 That would not be a queen, that would she not,
  142. 1234 For all the mud in Egypt. Have you heard it?
  143. Anne Bullen
  144. 1235 Come, you are pleasant.
  145. Old Lady
  146. 1236 With your theme, I could
  147. 1237 O'ermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembroke!
  148. 1238 A thousand pounds a year for pure respect!
  149. 1239 No other obligation! By my life,
  150. 1240 That promises moe thousands; Honour's train
  151. 1241 Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time
  152. 1242 I know your back will bear a duchess. Say,
  153. 1243 Are you not stronger than you were?
  154. Anne Bullen
  155. 1244 Good lady,
  156. 1245 Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy,
  157. 1246 And leave me out on't. Would I had no being,
  158. 1247 If this salute my blood a jot. It faints me,
  159. 1248 To think what follows.
  160. 1249 The Queen is comfortless, and we forgetful
  161. 1250 In our long absence. Pray, do not deliver
  162. 1251 What here you've heard to her.
  163. Old Lady
  164. 1252 What do you think me?
  165. [Exeunt.]