Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
[Act 3, Scene 1]
Enter Queene and her Women as at worke.Queen.Take thy Lute wench,My Soule growes sad with troubles,Sing, and disperse 'em if thou canst: leaue working:SONG.ORpheus with his Lute made Trees,
[1525]
And the Mountaine tops that freeze,Bow themselues when he did sing.To his Musicke, Plants and FlowersEuer sprung; as Sunne and Showers,There had made a lasting Spring.
[1530]
Euery thing that heard him Play,Euen the Billowes of the Sea,Hung their heads, & then lay by.In sweet Musicke is such Art,Killing care, & griefe of heart,
[1535]
Fall asleepe, or hearing dye.Enter a Gentleman.Queen.How now
?Gent.And't please your Grace, the two great CardinalsWait in the presence.Queen.Would they speake with me?Gent.
[1540]
They wil'd me say so Madam.Queen.Pray their GracesTo come neere: what can be their businesWith me, a poore weake woman, falne from fauour?I doe not like their comming; now I thinke on't,
[1545]
They should bee good men, their affaires as righteous:But all Hoods, make not Monkes.Enter the two Cardinalls, Wolsey & Campian.Wols.Peace to your Highnesse.Queen.Your Graces find me heere part of a Houswife,(I would be all) against the worst may happen:
[1550]
What are your pleasures with me, reuerent Lords?Wol.May it please you Noble Madam, to withdrawInto your priuate Chamber; we shall giue youThe full cause of our comming.Queen.Speake it heere.
[1555]
There's nothing I haue done yet o' my ConscienceDeserues a Corner: would all other WomenCould speake this with as free a Soule as I doe.My Lords, I care not (so much I am happyAboue a number) if my actions
[1560]
Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue, eu'ry eye saw 'em,Enuy and base opinion set against 'em,I know my life so euen. If your businesSeeke me out, and that way I am Wife in;Out with it boldly: Truth loues open dealing.Card.
[1565]
Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima.Queen.O good my Lord, no Latin;I am not such a Truant since my comming,As not to know the Language I haue liu'd in:A strange Tongue makes my cause more strange, suspiti
(ous:
[1570]
Pray speake in English; heere are some will thanke you,If you speake truth, for their poore Mistris sake;Beleeue me she ha's had much wrong. Lord Cardinall,The willing'st sinne I euer yet committed,May be absolu'd in English.Card.
I am sorry my integrity shoul breed,(And seruice to his Maiesty and you)So deepe suspition, where all faith was meant;We come not by the way of Accusation,
[1580]
To taint that honour euery good Tongue blesses;Nor to betray you any way to sorrow;You haue too much good Lady: But to knowHow you stand minded in the waighty differenceBetweene the King and you, and to deliuer
[1585]
(Like free and honest men) our iust opinions,And comforts to our cause.Camp.Most honour'd Madam,My Lord of Yorke, out of his Noble nature,Zeale and obedience he still bore your Grace,
[1590]
Forgetting (like a good man) your late CensureBoth of his truth and him (which was too farre)Offers, as I doe, in a signe of peace,His Seruice, and his Counsell.Queen.To betray me.
[1595]
My Lords, I thanke you both for your good wills,Ye speake like honest men, (pray God ye proue so)But how to make ye sodainly an AnswereIn such a poynt of weight, so neere mine Honour,(More neere my Life I feare) with my weake wit;
[1600]
And to such men of grauity and learning;In truth I know not. I was set at worke,Among my Maids, full little (God knowes) lookingEither for such men, or such businesse;For her sake that I haue beene, for I feele
[1605]
The last fit of my Greatnesse; good your GracesLet me haue time and Councell for my Cause:Alas, I am a Woman frendlesse, hopelesse.Wol.Madam,You wrong the Kings loue with these feares,
[1610]
Your hopes and friends are infinite.Queen.In England,But little for my profit can you thinke Lords,That any English man dare giue me Councell?Or be a knowne friend 'gainst his Highnes pleasure,
[1615]
(Though he be growne so desperate to be honest)And liue a Subiect? Nay forsooth, my Friends,They that must weigh out my affllictions,They that my trust must grow to, liue not heere,They are (as all my other comforts) far hence
[1620]
In mine owne Countrey Lords.Camp.I would your GraceWould leaue your greefes, and take my Counsell.Queen.How Sir
?Camp.Put your maine cause into the Kings protection,
[1625]
Hee's louing and most gracious. 'Twill be much,Both for your Honour better, and your Cause:For if the tryall of the Law o'retake ye,You'l part away disgrac'd.Wol.He tels you rightly.Queen.
[1630]
Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruine:Is this your Christian Councell? Out vpon ye.Heauen is aboue all yet; there sits
Iudge.
That no King can corrupt.Camp.Your rage mistakes vs.Queen.
[1635]
The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues:But Cardinall Sins, and hollow hearts I feare ye:Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady?
[1640]
A woman lost among ye, laugh't at, scornd?I will not wish ye halfe my miseries,I
Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
[Act 3, Scene 1]
Enter Queene and her Women as at worke.Queen.Take thy Lute wench,My Soule growes sad with troubles,Sing, and disperse 'em if thou canst: leaue working:SONG.ORpheus with his Lute made Trees,
[1525]
And the Mountaine tops that freeze,Bow themselues when he did sing.To his Musicke, Plants and FlowersEuer sprung; as Sunne and Showers,There had made a lasting Spring.
[1530]
Euery thing that heard him Play,Euen the Billowes of the Sea,Hung their heads, & then lay by.In sweet Musicke is such Art,Killing care, & griefe of heart,
[1535]
Fall asleepe, or hearing dye.Enter a Gentleman.Queen.How now
?Gent.And't please your Grace, the two great CardinalsWait in the presence.Queen.Would they speake with me?Gent.
[1540]
They wil'd me say so Madam.Queen.Pray their GracesTo come neere: what can be their businesWith me, a poore weake woman, falne from fauour?I doe not like their comming; now I thinke on't,
[1545]
They should bee good men, their affaires as righteous:But all Hoods, make not Monkes.Enter the two Cardinalls, Wolsey & Campian.Wols.Peace to your Highnesse.Queen.Your Graces find me heere part of a Houswife,(I would be all) against the worst may happen:
[1550]
What are your pleasures with me, reuerent Lords?Wol.May it please you Noble Madam, to withdrawInto your priuate Chamber; we shall giue youThe full cause of our comming.Queen.Speake it heere.
[1555]
There's nothing I haue done yet o' my ConscienceDeserues a Corner: would all other WomenCould speake this with as free a Soule as I doe.My Lords, I care not (so much I am happyAboue a number) if my actions
[1560]
Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue, eu'ry eye saw 'em,Enuy and base opinion set against 'em,I know my life so euen. If your businesSeeke me out, and that way I am Wife in;Out with it boldly: Truth loues open dealing.Card.
[1565]
Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima.Queen.O good my Lord, no Latin;I am not such a Truant since my comming,As not to know the Language I haue liu'd in:A strange Tongue makes my cause more strange, suspiti
(ous:
[1570]
Pray speake in English; heere are some will thanke you,If you speake truth, for their poore Mistris sake;Beleeue me she ha's had much wrong. Lord Cardinall,The willing'st sinne I euer yet committed,May be absolu'd in English.Card.
[1575]
Noble Lady,I am sorry my integrity shoul breed,(And seruice to his Maiesty and you)So deepe suspition, where all faith was meant;We come not by the way of Accusation,
[1580]
To taint that honour euery good Tongue blesses;Nor to betray you any way to sorrow;You haue too much good Lady: But to knowHow you stand minded in the waighty differenceBetweene the King and you, and to deliuer
[1585]
(Like free and honest men) our iust opinions,And comforts to our cause.Camp.Most honour'd Madam,My Lord of Yorke, out of his Noble nature,Zeale and obedience he still bore your Grace,
[1590]
Forgetting (like a good man) your late CensureBoth of his truth and him (which was too farre)Offers, as I doe, in a signe of peace,His Seruice, and his Counsell.Queen.To betray me.
[1595]
My Lords, I thanke you both for your good wills,Ye speake like honest men, (pray God ye proue so)But how to make ye sodainly an AnswereIn such a poynt of weight, so neere mine Honour,(More neere my Life I feare) with my weake wit;
[1600]
And to such men of grauity and learning;In truth I know not. I was set at worke,Among my Maids, full little (God knowes) lookingEither for such men, or such businesse;For her sake that I haue beene, for I feele
[1605]
The last fit of my Greatnesse; good your GracesLet me haue time and Councell for my Cause:Alas, I am a Woman frendlesse, hopelesse.Wol.Madam,You wrong the Kings loue with these feares,
[1610]
Your hopes and friends are infinite.Queen.In England,But little for my profit can you thinke Lords,That any English man dare giue me Councell?Or be a knowne friend 'gainst his Highnes pleasure,
[1615]
(Though he be growne so desperate to be honest)And liue a Subiect? Nay forsooth, my Friends,They that must weigh out my affllictions,They that my trust must grow to, liue not heere,They are (as all my other comforts) far hence
[1620]
In mine owne Countrey Lords.Camp.I would your GraceWould leaue your greefes, and take my Counsell.Queen.How Sir
?Camp.Put your maine cause into the Kings protection,
[1625]
Hee's louing and most gracious. 'Twill be much,Both for your Honour better, and your Cause:For if the tryall of the Law o'retake ye,You'l part away disgrac'd.Wol.He tels you rightly.Queen.
[1630]
Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruine:Is this your Christian Councell? Out vpon ye.Heauen is aboue all yet; there sits
Iudge.
That no King can corrupt.Camp.Your rage mistakes vs.Queen.
[1635]
The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues:But Cardinall Sins, and hollow hearts I feare ye:Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady?
[1640]
A woman lost among ye, laugh't at, scornd?I will not wish ye halfe my miseries,I haue more Charity. But say I warn'd ye;Take heed, for heauens sake take heed, least at onceThe burthen of my sorrowes, fall vpon ye.Car.
[1645]
Madam, this is a meere distraction,You turne the good we offer, into enuy.Quee.Ye turne me into nothing. Woe vpon ye,And all such false Professors. Would you haue me(If you haue any Iustice, any Pitty,
[1650]
If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits)Put my sicke cause into his hands, that hates me
?Alas, ha's banish'd me his Bed already,His Loue, too long ago. I am old my Lords,And all the Fellowship I hold now with him
[1655]
Is onely my Obedience. What can happenTo me, aboue this wretchednesse
? All your Studies
Make me a Curse, like this.Camp.Your feares are worse.Qu.Haue I liu'd thus long (let me speak my selfe,
[1660]
Since Vertue findes no friends) a Wife, a true one?A Woman (I dare say without Vainglory)Neuer yet branded with Suspition?Haue I, with all my full AffectionsStill met the King? Loud him next Heau'n
? Obey'd him?
[1665]
Bin (out of fondnesse) superstitious to him?Almost forgot my Prayres to content him?And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well Lords,Bring me a constant woman to her Husband,One that ne're dream'd a Ioy, beyond his pleasure;
[1670]
And to that Woman (when she has done most)Yet will I adde an Honor; a great Patience.Car.Madam, you wander from the goodWe ayme at.Qu.My Lord,
[1675]
I dare not make my selfe so guiltie,To giue vp willingly that Noble TitleYour Master wed me to: nothing but deathShall e're diuorce my Dignities.Car.Pray heare me.Qu.
[1680]
Would I had neuer trod this English Earth,Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it:Ye haue Angels Faces; but Heauen knowes your hearts.What will become of me now, wretched Lady?I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing.
[1685]
Alas (poore Wenches) where are now your Fortunes?Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome, where no Pitty,No Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weepe for me?Almost no Graue allow'd me? Like the LillyThat once was Mistris of the Field, and flourish'd,
[1690]
Ile hang my head, and perish.Car.If your GraceCould but be brought to know, our Ends are honest,Youl'd feele more comfort. Why shold we (good Lady)Vpon what cause wrong you? Alas, our Places,
[1695]
The way of our Profession is against it;We are to Cure such sorrowes, not to sowe 'em.For Goodnesse sake, consider what you do,How you may hurt your selfe: I, vtterlyGrow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage.
[1700]
The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience,So much they loue it. But to stubborne Spirits,They swell and grow, as terrible as stormes.I know you haue a Gentle, Noble temper,A Soule as euen as a Calme; Pray thinke vs,
[1705]
Those we professe, Peace‑makers, Friends, and Seruants.Camp.Madam, you'l finde it so:You wrong your VertuesWith these weake Womens feares. A Noble SpiritAs yours was, put into you, euer casts
[1710]
Such doubts as false Coine from it. The King loues you,Beware you loose it not: For vs (if you pleaseTo trust vs in your businesse) we are readyTo vse our vtmost Studies, in your seruice.Qu.Do what ye will, my Lords:
[1715]
And pray forgiue me;If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly,You know I am a Woman, lacking witTo make a seemely answer to such persons.Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie,
[1720]
He ha's my heart yet, and shall haue my PrayersWhile I shall haue my life. Come reuerend Fathers,Bestow your Councels on me. She now beggesThat little thought when she set footing heere,She should haue bought her Dignities so deere.Exeunt
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<l n="1521">Take thy Lute wench,</l>
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<l n="1537">And't please your Grace, the two great Cardinals</l>
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<l n="1539">Would they speake with me?</l>
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<l n="1540">They wil'd me say so Madam.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="1541">Pray their Graces</l>
<l n="1542">To come neere: what can be their busines</l>
<l n="1543">With me, a poore weake woman, falne from fauour?</l>
<l n="1544">I doe not like their comming; now I thinke on't,</l>
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<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the two Cardinalls, Wolsey & Campian.</stage>
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<speaker rend="italic">Wols.</speaker>
<l n="1547">Peace to your Highnesse.</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="1548">Your Graces find me heere part of a Houswife,</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Wol.</speaker>
<l n="1551">May it please you Noble Madam, to withdraw</l>
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<l n="1553">The full cause of our comming.</l>
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<l n="1554">Speake it heere.</l>
<l n="1555">There's nothing I haue done yet o' my Conscience</l>
<l n="1556">Deserues a Corner: would all other Women</l>
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<l n="1558">My Lords, I care not (so much I am happy</l>
<l n="1559">Aboue a number) if my actions</l>
<l n="1560">Were tri'de by eu'ry tongue, eu'ry eye saw 'em,</l>
<l n="1561">Enuy and base opinion set against 'em,</l>
<l n="1562">I know my life so euen. If your busines</l>
<l n="1563">Seeke me out, and that way I am Wife in;</l>
<l n="1564">Out with it boldly: Truth loues open dealing.</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-wol">
<speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
<l rend="italic" n="1565">Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima.</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="1566">O good my Lord, no Latin;</l>
<l n="1567">I am not such a Truant since my comming,</l>
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<l n="1570">Pray speake in English; heere are some will thanke you,</l>
<l n="1571">If you speake truth, for their poore Mistris sake;</l>
<l n="1572">Beleeue me she ha's had much wrong. Lord Cardinall,</l>
<l n="1573">The willing'st sinne I euer yet committed,</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-wol">
<speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
<l n="1575">Noble Lady,</l>
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<l n="1576">I am sorry my integrity shoul breed,</l>
<l n="1577">(And seruice to his Maiesty and you)</l>
<l n="1578">So deepe suspition, where all faith was meant;</l>
<l n="1579">We come not by the way of Accusation,</l>
<l n="1580">To taint that honour euery good Tongue blesses;</l>
<l n="1581">Nor to betray you any way to sorrow;</l>
<l n="1582">You haue too much good Lady: But to know</l>
<l n="1583">How you stand minded in the waighty difference</l>
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<l n="1585">(Like free and honest men) our iust opinions,</l>
<l n="1586">And comforts to our cause.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Camp.</speaker>
<l n="1587">Most honour'd Madam,</l>
<l n="1588">My Lord of Yorke, out of his Noble nature,</l>
<l n="1589">Zeale and obedience he still bore your Grace,</l>
<l n="1590">Forgetting (like a good man) your late Censure</l>
<l n="1591">Both of his truth and him (which was too farre)</l>
<l n="1592">Offers, as I doe, in a signe of peace,</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="1594">To betray me.</l>
<l n="1595">My Lords, I thanke you both for your good wills,</l>
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<l n="1597">But how to make ye sodainly an Answere</l>
<l n="1598">In such a poynt of weight, so neere mine Honour,</l>
<l n="1599">(More neere my Life I feare) with my weake wit;</l>
<l n="1600">And to such men of grauity and learning;</l>
<l n="1601">In truth I know not. I was set at worke,</l>
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<l n="1603">Either for such men, or such businesse;</l>
<l n="1604">For her sake that I haue beene, for I feele</l>
<l n="1605">The last fit of my Greatnesse; good your Graces</l>
<l n="1606">Let me haue time and Councell for my Cause:</l>
<l n="1607">Alas, I am a Woman frendlesse, hopelesse.</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-wol">
<speaker rend="italic">Wol.</speaker>
<l n="1608">Madam,</l>
<l n="1609">You wrong the Kings loue with these feares,</l>
<l n="1610">Your hopes and friends are infinite.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="1611">In England,</l>
<l n="1612">But little for my profit can you thinke Lords,</l>
<l n="1613">That any English man dare giue me Councell?</l>
<l n="1614">Or be a knowne friend 'gainst his Highnes pleasure,</l>
<l n="1615">(Though he be growne so desperate to be honest)</l>
<l n="1616">And liue a Subiect? Nay forsooth, my Friends,</l>
<l n="1617">They that must weigh out my affllictions,</l>
<l n="1618">They that my trust must grow to, liue not heere,</l>
<l n="1619">They are (as all my other comforts) far hence</l>
<l n="1620">In mine owne Countrey Lords.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-cam">
<speaker rend="italic">Camp.</speaker>
<l n="1621">I would your Grace</l>
<l n="1622">Would leaue your greefes, and take my Counsell.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="1623">How Sir<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-cam">
<speaker rend="italic">Camp.</speaker>
<l n="1624">Put your maine cause into the Kings protection,</l>
<l n="1625">Hee's louing and most gracious. 'Twill be much,</l>
<l n="1626">Both for your Honour better, and your Cause:</l>
<l n="1627">For if the tryall of the Law o'retake ye,</l>
<l n="1628">You'l part away disgrac'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-wol">
<speaker rend="italic">Wol.</speaker>
<l n="1629">He tels you rightly.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="1630">Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruine:</l>
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<l n="1633">That no King can corrupt.</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-cam">
<speaker rend="italic">Camp.</speaker>
<l n="1634">Your rage mistakes vs.</l>
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<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Queen.</speaker>
<l n="1635">The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,</l>
<l n="1636">Vpon my Soule two reuerend Cardinall Vertues:</l>
<l n="1637">But Cardinall Sins, and hollow hearts I feare ye:</l>
<l n="1638">Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?</l>
<l n="1639">The Cordiall that ye bring a wretched Lady?</l>
<l n="1640">A woman lost among ye, laugh't at, scornd?</l>
<l n="1641">I will not wish ye halfe my miseries,</l>
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<l n="1642">I haue more Charity. But say I warn'd ye;</l>
<l n="1643">Take heed, for heauens sake take heed, least at once</l>
<l n="1644">The burthen of my sorrowes, fall vpon ye.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-wol">
<speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
<l n="1645">Madam, this is a meere distraction,</l>
<l n="1646">You turne the good we offer, into enuy.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Quee.</speaker>
<l n="1647">Ye turne me into nothing. Woe vpon ye,</l>
<l n="1648">And all such false Professors. Would you haue me</l>
<l n="1649">(If you haue any Iustice, any Pitty,</l>
<l n="1650">If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits)</l>
<l n="1651">Put my sicke cause into his hands, that hates me<c rend="italic">?</c>
</l>
<l n="1652">Alas, ha's banish'd me his Bed already,</l>
<l n="1653">His Loue, too long ago. I am old my Lords,</l>
<l n="1654">And all the Fellowship I hold now with him</l>
<l n="1655">Is onely my Obedience. What can happen</l>
<l n="1656">To me, aboue this wretchednesse<c rend="italic">?</c>All your Studies</l>
<l n="1657">Make me a Curse, like this.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-cam">
<speaker rend="italic">Camp.</speaker>
<l n="1658">Your feares are worse.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
<l n="1659">Haue I liu'd thus long (let me speak my selfe,</l>
<l n="1660">Since Vertue findes no friends) a Wife, a true one?</l>
<l n="1661">A Woman (I dare say without Vainglory)</l>
<l n="1662">Neuer yet branded with Suspition?</l>
<l n="1663">Haue I, with all my full Affections</l>
<l n="1664">Still met the King? Loud him next Heau'n<c rend="italic">?</c>Obey'd him?</l>
<l n="1665">Bin (out of fondnesse) superstitious to him?</l>
<l n="1666">Almost forgot my Prayres to content him?</l>
<l n="1667">And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well Lords,</l>
<l n="1668">Bring me a constant woman to her Husband,</l>
<l n="1669">One that ne're dream'd a Ioy, beyond his pleasure;</l>
<l n="1670">And to that Woman (when she has done most)</l>
<l n="1671">Yet will I adde an Honor; a great Patience.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-wol">
<speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
<l n="1672">Madam, you wander from the good</l>
<l n="1673">We ayme at.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
<l n="1674">My Lord,</l>
<l n="1675">I dare not make my selfe so guiltie,</l>
<l n="1676">To giue vp willingly that Noble Title</l>
<l n="1677">Your Master wed me to: nothing but death</l>
<l n="1678">Shall e're diuorce my Dignities.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-wol">
<speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
<l n="1679">Pray heare me.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
<l n="1680">Would I had neuer trod this English Earth,</l>
<l n="1681">Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it:</l>
<l n="1682">Ye haue Angels Faces; but Heauen knowes your hearts.</l>
<l n="1683">What will become of me now, wretched Lady?</l>
<l n="1684">I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing.</l>
<l n="1685">Alas (poore Wenches) where are now your Fortunes?</l>
<l n="1686">Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome, where no Pitty,</l>
<l n="1687">No Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weepe for me?</l>
<l n="1688">Almost no Graue allow'd me? Like the Lilly</l>
<l n="1689">That once was Mistris of the Field, and flourish'd,</l>
<l n="1690">Ile hang my head, and perish.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-wol">
<speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
<l n="1691">If your Grace</l>
<l n="1692">Could but be brought to know, our Ends are honest,</l>
<l n="1693">Youl'd feele more comfort. Why shold we (good Lady)</l>
<l n="1694">Vpon what cause wrong you? Alas, our Places,</l>
<l n="1695">The way of our Profession is against it;</l>
<l n="1696">We are to Cure such sorrowes, not to sowe 'em.</l>
<l n="1697">For Goodnesse sake, consider what you do,</l>
<l n="1698">How you may hurt your selfe: I, vtterly</l>
<l n="1699">Grow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage.</l>
<l n="1700">The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience,</l>
<l n="1701">So much they loue it. But to stubborne Spirits,</l>
<l n="1702">They swell and grow, as terrible as stormes.</l>
<l n="1703">I know you haue a Gentle, Noble temper,</l>
<l n="1704">A Soule as euen as a Calme; Pray thinke vs,</l>
<l n="1705">Those we professe, Peace‑makers, Friends, and Seruants.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-cam">
<speaker rend="italic">Camp.</speaker>
<l n="1706">Madam, you'l finde it so:</l>
<l n="1707">You wrong your Vertues</l>
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<l n="1708">With these weake Womens feares. A Noble Spirit</l>
<l n="1709">As yours was, put into you, euer casts</l>
<l n="1710">Such doubts as false Coine from it. The King loues you,</l>
<l n="1711">Beware you loose it not: For vs (if you please</l>
<l n="1712">To trust vs in your businesse) we are ready</l>
<l n="1713">To vse our vtmost Studies, in your seruice.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-h8-qka">
<speaker rend="italic">Qu.</speaker>
<l n="1714">Do what ye will, my Lords:</l>
<l n="1715">And pray forgiue me;</l>
<l n="1716">If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly,</l>
<l n="1717">You know I am a Woman, lacking wit</l>
<l n="1718">To make a seemely answer to such persons.</l>
<l n="1719">Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie,</l>
<l n="1720">He ha's my heart yet, and shall haue my Prayers</l>
<l n="1721">While I shall haue my life. Come reuerend Fathers,</l>
<l n="1722">Bestow your Councels on me. She now begges</l>
<l n="1723">That little thought when she set footing heere,</l>
<l n="1724">She should haue bought her Dignities so deere.</l>
</sp>
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