Act 2, Scene 3
An ante-chamber of the Queen's apartments.
- [Enter Anne Bullen and an Old Lady.]
- Anne Bullen
- 1125 Not for that neither. Here's the pang that pinches:
- 1126 His Highness having liv'd so long with her, and she
- 1127 So good a lady that no tongue could ever
- 1128 Pronounce dishonour of her,—by my life,
- 1129 She never knew harm-doing—O, now, after
- 1130 So many courses of the sun enthroned,
- 1131 Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which
- 1132 To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than
- 1133 'Tis sweet at first to acquire,—after this process,
- 1134 To give her the avaunt, it is a pity
- 1135 Would move a monster.
- Old Lady
- 1136 Hearts of most hard temper
- 1137 Melt and lament for her.
- Anne Bullen
- 1138 O, God's will, much better
- 1139 She ne'er had known pomp! Though't be temporal,
- 1140 Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce
- 1141 It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance panging
- 1142 As soul and body's severing.
- Old Lady
- 1143 Alas, poor lady!
- 1144 She's a stranger now again.
- Anne Bullen
- 1145 So much the more
- 1146 Must pity drop upon her. Verily,
- 1147 I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born
- 1148 And range with humble livers in content,
- 1149 Than to be perk'd up in a glist'ring grief,
- 1150 And wear a golden sorrow.
- Old Lady
- 1151 Our content
- 1152 Is our best having.
- Anne Bullen
- 1153 By my troth and maidenhead,
- 1154 I would not be a queen.
- Old Lady
- 1155 Beshrew me, I would,
- 1156 And venture maidenhead for't; and so would you,
- 1157 For all this spice of your hypocrisy.
- 1158 You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
- 1159 Have too a woman's heart, which ever yet
- 1160 Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;
- 1161 Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts,
- 1162 Saving your mincing, the capacity
- 1163 Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive,
- 1164 If you might please to stretch it.
- Anne Bullen
- 1165 Nay, good troth.
- Old Lady
- 1166 Yes, troth and troth. You would not be a queen?
- Anne Bullen
- 1167 No, not for all the riches under heaven.
- Old Lady
- 1168 'Tis strange. A three-pence bow'd would hire me,
- 1169 Old as I am, to queen it. But, I pray you,
- 1170 What think you of a duchess? Have you limbs
- 1171 To bear that load of title?
- Anne Bullen
- 1172 No, in truth.
- Old Lady
- 1173 Then you are weakly made; pluck off a little.
- 1174 I would not be a young count in your way,
- 1175 For more than blushing comes to. If your back
- 1176 Cannot vouchsafe this burden, 'tis too weak
- 1177 Ever to get a boy.
- Anne Bullen
- 1178 How you do talk!
- 1179 I swear again I would not be a queen
- 1180 For all the world.
- Old Lady
- 1181 In faith, for little England
- 1182 You'd venture an emballing. I myself
- 1183 Would for Carnarvonshire, although there long'd
- 1184 No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here?
- [Enter the Lord Chamberlain.]
- Lord Chamberlain
- 1185 Good morrow, ladies. What were't worth to know
- 1186 The secret of your conference?
- Anne Bullen
- 1187 My good lord,
- 1188 Not your demand; it values not your asking.
- 1189 Our mistress' sorrows we were pitying.
- Lord Chamberlain
- 1190 It was a gentle business, and becoming
- 1191 The action of good women. There is hope
- 1192 All will be well.
- Anne Bullen
- 1193 Now, I pray God, amen!
- Lord Chamberlain
- 1194 You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings
- 1195 Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
- 1196 Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note's
- 1197 Ta'en of your many virtues, the King's Majesty
- 1198 Commends his good opinion of you, and
- 1199 Does purpose honour to you no less flowing
- 1200 Than Marchioness of Pembroke; to which title
- 1201 A thousand pound a year, annual support,
- 1202 Out of his grace he adds.
- Anne Bullen
- 1203 I do not know
- 1204 What kind of my obedience I should tender.
- 1205 More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers
- 1206 Are not words duly hallowed, nor my wishes
- 1207 More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers and wishes
- 1208 Are all I can return. Beseech your lordship,
- 1209 Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience,
- 1210 As from a blushing handmaid, to his Highness;
- 1211 Whose health and royalty I pray for.
- Lord Chamberlain
- 1212 Lady,
- 1213 I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit
- 1214 The King hath of you.
- [Aside.]
- Lord Chamberlain
- 1215 I have perus'd her well.
- 1216 Beauty and honour in her are so mingled
- 1217 That they have caught the King; and who knows yet
- 1218 But from this lady may proceed a gem
- 1219 To lighten all this isle? I'll to the King,
- 1220 And say I spoke with you.
- [Exit Lord Chamberlain.]
- Anne Bullen
- 1221 My honour'd lord.
- Old Lady
- 1222 Why, this it is: see, see!
- 1223 I have been begging sixteen years in court,
- 1224 Am yet a courtier beggarly, nor could
- 1225 Come pat betwixt too early and too late
- 1226 For any suit of pounds; and you, O fate!
- 1227 A very fresh-fish here—fie, fie, fie upon
- 1228 This compell'd fortune!—have your mouth fill'd up
- 1229 Before you open it.
- Anne Bullen
- 1230 This is strange to me.
- Old Lady
- 1231 How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no.
- 1232 There was a lady once, 'tis an old story,
- 1233 That would not be a queen, that would she not,
- 1234 For all the mud in Egypt. Have you heard it?
- Anne Bullen
- 1235 Come, you are pleasant.
- Old Lady
- 1236 With your theme, I could
- 1237 O'ermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembroke!
- 1238 A thousand pounds a year for pure respect!
- 1239 No other obligation! By my life,
- 1240 That promises moe thousands; Honour's train
- 1241 Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time
- 1242 I know your back will bear a duchess. Say,
- 1243 Are you not stronger than you were?
- Anne Bullen
- 1244 Good lady,
- 1245 Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy,
- 1246 And leave me out on't. Would I had no being,
- 1247 If this salute my blood a jot. It faints me,
- 1248 To think what follows.
- 1249 The Queen is comfortless, and we forgetful
- 1250 In our long absence. Pray, do not deliver
- 1251 What here you've heard to her.
- Old Lady
- 1252 What do you think me?
- [Exeunt.]