1202An. Not for that neither; here's the pang that pinches.

1203His Highnesse, hauing liu'd so long with her, and she

1204So good a Lady, that no Tongue could euer

1205Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,

1206She neuer knew harme-doing: Oh, now after

1207So many courses of the Sun enthroaned,

1208Still growing in a Maiesty and pompe, the which

1209To leaue, a thousand fold more bitter, then

1210'Tis sweet at first t'acquire. After this Processe.

1211To giue her the auaunt, it is a pitty

1212Would moue a Monster.

1213Old La. Hearts of most hard temper

1214Melt and lament for her.

1215An. Oh Gods will, much better

1216She ne're had knowne pompe; though't be temporall,

1217Yet if that quarrell. Fortune, do diuorce

1218It from the bearer, 'tis a sufferance, panging

1219As soule and bodies seuering.

1220Old L. Alas poore Lady,

1221Shee's a stranger now againe.

1222An. So much the more

1223Must pitty drop vpon her; verily

1224I sweare, tis better to be lowly borne,

1225And range with humble liuers in Content,

1226Then to be perk'd vp in a glistring griefe,

1227And weare a golden sorrow.

1228Old L. Our content

1229Is our best hauing.

1230Anne. By my troth, and Maidenhead,

1231I would not be a Queene.

1232Old. L. Beshrew me, I would,

1233And venture Maidenhead for't, and so would you

1234For all this spice of your Hipocrisie:

1235You that haue so faire parts of Woman on you,

1236Haue (too) a Womans heart, which euer yet

1237Affected Eminence, Wealth, Soueraignty;

1238Which, to say sooth, are Blessings; and which guifts

1239(Sauing your mincing) the capacity

1240Of your soft Chiuerell Conscience, would receiue,

1241If you might please to stretch it.

1242Anne. Nay, good troth.

1243Old L. Yes troth, & troth; you would not be a Queen?

1244Anne. No, not for all the riches vnder Heauen.

1245Old. L. Tis strange; a threepence bow'd would hire me

1246Old as I am, to Queene it: but I pray you,

1247What thinke you of a Dutchesse? Haue you limbs

1248To beare that load of Title?

1249An. No in truth.

1250Old. L. Then you are weakly made; plucke off a little,

1251I would not be a young Count in your way,

1252For more then blushing comes to: If your backe

1253Cannot vouchsafe this burthen, tis too weake

1254Euer to get a Boy.

1255An. How you doe talke;

1256I sweare againe, I would not be a Queene,

1257For all the world.

1258Old. L. In faith, for little England

1259You'ld venture an emballing: I my selfe

1260Would for Carnaruanshire, although there long'd

1261No more to th'Crowne but that: Lo, who comes here?

1264The secret of your conference?

1265An. My good Lord,

1266Not your demand; it values not your asking:

1267Our Mistris Sorrowes we were pittying.

1268Cham. It was a gentle businesse, and becomming

1269The action of good women, there is hope

1270All will be well.

1271An. Now I pray God, Amen.

1272Cham. You beare a gentle minde, & heau'nly blessings

1273Follow such Creatures. That you may, faire Lady

1274Perceiue I speake sincerely, and high notes

1275Tane of your many vertues; the Kings Maiesty

1276Commends his good opinion of you, to you; and

1277Doe's purpose honour to you no lesse flowing,

1278Then Marchionesse of Pembrooke; to which Title,

1279A Thousand pound a yeare, Annuall support,

1280Out of his Grace, he addes.

1281An. I doe not know

1282What kinde of my obedience, I should tender;

1283More then my All, is Nothing: Nor my Prayers

1284Are not words duely hallowed; nor my Wishes

1285More worth, then empty vanities: yet Prayers & Wishes

1286Are all I can returne. 'Beseech your Lordship,

1287Vouchsafe to speake my thankes, and my obedience,

1288As from a blushing Handmaid, to his Highnesse;

1289Whose health and Royalty I pray for.

1290Cham. Lady;

1291I shall not faile t'approue the faire conceit

1292The King hath of you. I haue perus'd her well,

1293Beauty and Honour in her are so mingled,

1294That they haue caught the King: and who knowes yet

1295But from this Lady, may proceed a Iemme,

1296To lighten all this Ile. I'le to the King,

1297And say I spoke with you.

1299An. My honour'd Lord.

1300Old. L. Why this it is: See, see,

1301I haue beene begging sixteene yeares in Court

1302(Am yet a Courtier beggerly) nor could

1303Come pat betwixt too early, and too late

1304For any suit of pounds: and you, (oh fate)

1305A very fresh Fish heere; fye, fye, fye vpon

1306This compel'd fortune: haue your mouth fild vp,

1307Before you open it.

1308An. This is strange to me.

1309Old L. How tasts it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no:

1310There was a Lady once (tis an old Story)

1311That would not be a Queene, that would she not

1312For all the mud in Egypt; haue you heard it?

1313An. Come you are pleasant.

1314Old. L. With your Theame, I could

1315O're-mount the Larke: The Marchionesse of Pembrooke?

1316A thousand pounds a yeare, for pure respect?

1317No other obligation? by my Life,

1318That promises mo thousands: Honours traine

1319Is longer then his fore-skirt; by this time

1320I know your backe will beare a Dutchesse. Say,

1321Are you not stronger then you were?

1322An. Good Lady,

1323Make your selfe mirth with your particular fancy,

1324And leaue me out on't. Would I had no being

1325If this salute my blood a iot; it faints me

1326To thinke what followes.

1327The Queene is comfortlesse, and wee forgetfull

1328In our long absence: pray doe not deliuer,

1329What heere y'haue heard to her.