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Act II, Scene 3
1An ante-chamber of the Queen’s apartments.
2Enter Anne Bullen and an Old Lady.
3AnneNot for that neither: here’s the pang that pinches:
His highness having lived so long with her, and she
So good a lady that no tongue could ever
Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,
She never knew harm-doing: O, now, after
So many courses of the sun enthroned,
Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which
To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than
’Tis sweet at first to acquire—after this process,
To give her the avaunt! it is a pity
Would move a monster.
4Old LadyHearts of most hard temper
Melt and lament for her.
5AnneO, God’s will! much better
She ne’er had known pomp: though’t be temporal,
Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce
It from the bearer, ’tis a sufferance panging
As soul and body’s severing.
6Old LadyAlas, poor lady!
She’s a stranger now again.
7AnneSo much the more
Must pity drop upon her. Verily,
I swear, ’tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk’d up in a glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
8Old LadyOur content
Is our best having.
9AnneBy my troth and maidenhead,
I would not be a queen.
10Old LadyBeshrew me, I would,
And venture maidenhead for’t; and so would you,
For all this spice of your hypocrisy:
You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
Have too a woman’s heart; which ever yet
Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;
Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts,
Saving your mincing, the capacity
Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive,
If you might please to stretch it.
11AnneNay, good troth.
12Old LadyYes, troth, and troth; you would not be a queen?
13AnneNo, not for all the riches under heaven.
14Old Lady’Tis strange: a three-pence bow’d would hire me,
Old as I am, to queen it: but, I pray you,
What think you of a duchess? have you limbs
To bear that load of title?
15AnneNo, in truth.
16Old LadyThen you are weakly made: pluck off a little;
I would not be a young count in your way,
For more than blushing comes to: if your back
Cannot vouchsafe this burthen, ’tis too weak
Ever to get a boy.
17AnneHow you do talk!
I swear again, I would not be a queen
For all the world.
18Old LadyIn faith, for little England
You’d venture an emballing: I myself
Would for Carnarvonshire, although there long’d
No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here?
19Enter the Lord Chamberlain.
20ChamberlainGood morrow, ladies. What were’t worth to know
The secret of your conference?
21AnneMy good lord,
Not your demand; it values not your asking:
Our mistress’ sorrows we were pitying.
22ChamberlainIt was a gentle business, and becoming
The action of good women: there is hope
All will be well.
23AnneNow, I pray God, amen!
24ChamberlainYou bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings
Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note’s
Ta’en of your many virtues, the king’s majesty
Commends his good opinion of you, and
Does purpose honour to you no less flowing
Than Marchioness of Pembroke: to which title
A thousand pound a year, annual support,
Out of his grace he adds.
25AnneI do not know
What kind of my obedience I should tender;
More than my all is nothing: nor my prayers
Are not words duly hallow’d, nor my wishes
More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers and wishes
Are all I can return. Beseech your lordship,
Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience,
As from a blushing handmaid, to his highness;
Whose health and royalty I pray for.
26ChamberlainLady,
I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit
The king hath of you. Aside. I have perused her well;
Beauty and honour in her are so mingled
That they have caught the king: and who knows yet
But from this lady may proceed a gem
To lighten all this isle? I’ll to the king,
And say I spoke with you. Exit Lord Chamberlain.
27AnneMy honour’d lord.
28Old LadyWhy, this it is; see, see!
I have been begging sixteen years in court,
Am yet a courtier beggarly, nor could
Come pat betwixt too early and too late
For any suit of pounds; and you, O fate!
A very fresh-fish here—fie, fie, fie upon
This compell’d fortune!—have your mouth fill’d up
Before you open it.
29AnneThis is strange to me.
30Old LadyHow tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no.
There was a lady once, ’tis an old story,
That would not be a queen, that would she not,
For all the mud in Egypt: have you heard it?
31AnneCome, you are pleasant.
32Old LadyWith your theme, I could
O’ermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembroke!
A thousand pounds a year for pure respect!
No other obligation! By my life,
That promises moe thousands: honour’s train
Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time
I know your back will bear a duchess: say,
Are you not stronger than you were?
33AnneGood lady,
Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy,
And leave me out on’t. Would I had no being,
If this salute my blood a jot: it faints me,
To think what follows.
The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful
In our long absence: pray, do not deliver
What here you’ve heard to her.
34Old LadyWhat do you think me? Exeunt.