{"id":68,"date":"2011-11-20T16:36:04","date_gmt":"2011-11-20T16:36:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wordpress.stateofshakespeare.com\/?page_id=68"},"modified":"2012-08-16T22:04:06","modified_gmt":"2012-08-17T02:04:06","slug":"henry-vii-act-ii-scene-3","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/stateofshakespeare.com\/?page_id=68","title":{"rendered":"Henry VIII: Act II, scene iii"},"content":{"rendered":"

Henry VIII<\/span>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Act II, Scene iii\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Lady Anne<\/strong><\/p>\n

(This text is featured in our interview with Margaret Robinson<\/a>)<\/p>\n

ANNE.<\/p>\n

1.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 Not for that neither.\u00a0 Here’s the pang that pinches:
\n2.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 His Highness having liv’d so long with her, and she
\n3.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 So good a lady that no tongue could ever
\n4.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 Pronounce dishonour of her,–by my life,
\n5.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 She never knew harm-doing–O, now, after
\n6.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 So many courses of the sun enthroned,
\n7.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which
\n8.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than
\n9.\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 ‘Tis sweet at first to ac\u2019quire, –after this process,
\n10.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To give her the avaunt, it is a pity
\n11. \u00a0 \u00a0 Would move a monster.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n12.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hearts of most hard temper
\n13. \u00a0 \u00a0 Melt and lament for her.<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n14.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O, God’s will, much better
\n15.\u00a0\u00a0She ne’er had known pomp!\u00a0 Though’t be temporal,
\n16.\u00a0\u00a0Yet, if that quarrel, fortune, do divorce
\n17.\u00a0\u00a0It from the bearer, ’tis a suffer\u2019ance panging
\n18.\u00a0\u00a0As soul and body’s seve\u2019ring.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n19.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 A\u2019las, poor lady!
\n20.\u00a0 She’s a stranger now again.<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n21.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0So much the more
\n22.\u00a0\u00a0Must pity drop up on her. Verily,
\n23.\u00a0\u00a0I swear, ’tis better to be lowly born
\n24.\u00a0\u00a0And range with humble livers in content,
\n25.\u00a0\u00a0Than to be perk’d up in a glist’ring grief,
\n26.\u00a0 And wear a golden sorrow.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n27.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Our content
\n28.\u00a0\u00a0Is our best having.<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n29.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By my troth and maidenhead,
\n30.\u00a0\u00a0 I would not be a queen.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n31.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 Beshrew me, I would,
\n32.\u00a0\u00a0And venture maidenhead for’t; and so would you,
\n33.\u00a0\u00a0For all this spice of your hypocrisy.
\n34.\u00a0\u00a0You, that have so fair parts of woman on you,
\n35.\u00a0\u00a0Have too a woman’s heart, which ever yet
\n36.\u00a0 Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty;
\n37.\u00a0\u00a0Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts,
\n38.\u00a0\u00a0Saving your mincing, the capacity
\n39.\u00a0\u00a0Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive,
\n40.\u00a0\u00a0If you might please to stretch it.<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n41.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Nay, good troth.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n42.\u00a0\u00a0Yes, troth and troth. You would not be a queen?<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n43.\u00a0\u00a0No, not for all the riches under heaven.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n44.\u00a0\u00a0‘Tis strange.\u00a0 A three-pence bow’d would hire me,
\n45.\u00a0\u00a0Old as I am, to queen it. But, I pray you,
\n46.\u00a0\u00a0What think you of a duchess? Have you limbs
\n47.\u00a0\u00a0To bear that load of title?<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n48.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 No, in truth.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n49.\u00a0\u00a0Then you are weakly made; pluck off a little.
\n50.\u00a0 I would not be a young count in your way,
\n51.\u00a0\u00a0For more than blushing comes to. If your back
\n52.\u00a0\u00a0Cannot vouchsafe this burden, ’tis too weak
\n53.\u00a0\u00a0Ever to get a boy.<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n54.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 How you do talk!
\n55.\u00a0\u00a0I swear again I would not be a queen
\n56.\u00a0 For all the world.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n57.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In faith, for little England
\n58.\u00a0\u00a0You’d venture an emballing. I myself
\n59.\u00a0\u00a0Would for Carnarvonshire, although there long’d
\n60.\u00a0\u00a0No more to the crown but that. Lo, who comes here?<\/p>\n

[Enter the Lord Chamberlain.]<\/em><\/p>\n

CHAMBERLAIN.
\n61.\u00a0\u00a0Good morrow, ladies. What were’t worth to know
\n62.\u00a0\u00a0The secret of your confer\u2019ence?<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n63.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My good lord,
\n64.\u00a0\u00a0Not your demand; it values not your asking.
\n65.\u00a0 Our mistress’ sorrows we were pitying.<\/p>\n

CHAMBERLAIN.
\n66.\u00a0\u00a0It was a gentle business, and becoming
\n67.\u00a0\u00a0The action of good women. There is hope
\n68.\u00a0\u00a0All will be well.<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n69.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Now, I pray God, amen!<\/p>\n

CHAMBERLAIN.
\n70.\u00a0\u00a0You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings
\n71.\u00a0\u00a0Follow such creatures. That you may, fair lady,
\n72.\u00a0\u00a0Perceive I speak sincerely, and high note’s
\n73.\u00a0\u00a0Ta’en of your many virtues, the King’s Majesty
\n74.\u00a0\u00a0Commends his good opinion of you, and
\n75.\u00a0\u00a0Does purpose honour to you no less flowing
\n76.\u00a0\u00a0Than Marchioness of Pembroke; to which title
\n77.\u00a0\u00a0A thousand pound a year, annual support,
\n78.\u00a0\u00a0Out of his grace he adds.<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n79.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 I do not know
\n80.\u00a0\u00a0What kind of my obed\u2018ience I should tender.
\n81.\u00a0\u00a0More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers
\n82.\u00a0\u00a0Are not words duly hallowed, nor my wishes
\n83.\u00a0\u00a0More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers and wishes
\n84.\u00a0\u00a0Are all I can return.\u00a0 Beseech your lordship,
\n85.\u00a0\u00a0Vouch safe to speak my thanks and my obed\u2018ience,
\n86.\u00a0\u00a0As from a blushing handmaid, to his Highness;
\n87.\u00a0\u00a0Whose health and royalty I pray for.<\/p>\n

CHAMBERLAIN.
\n88.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Lady,
\n89.\u00a0\u00a0I shall not fail to approve the fair conceit
\n90.\u00a0\u00a0The King hath of you. [Aside.] I have perus’d her well.
\n91.\u00a0\u00a0Beauty and honour in her are so mingled
\n92.\u00a0\u00a0That they have caught the King; and who knows yet
\n93.\u00a0\u00a0But from this lady may proceed a gem
\n94.\u00a0\u00a0To lighten all this isle? I’ll to the King,
\n95.\u00a0\u00a0And say I spoke with you.<\/p>\n

[Exit Lord Chamberlain.]<\/em><\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n96.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My honour’d lord.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n97.\u00a0\u00a0Why, this it is: see, see!
\n98.\u00a0\u00a0I have been begging sixteen years in court,
\n99.\u00a0\u00a0Am yet a courtier beggarly, nor could
\n100.\u00a0 Come pat betwixt too early and too late
\n101.\u00a0\u00a0 For any suit of pounds; and you, O fate!
\n102.\u00a0\u00a0 A very fresh-fish here–fie, fie, fie upon
\n103.\u00a0\u00a0 This compell’d fortune!–have your mouth fill’d up
\n104.\u00a0 Before you open it.<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n105.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 This is strange to me.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n106.\u00a0\u00a0 How tastes it? Is it bitter? Forty pence, no.
\n107.\u00a0\u00a0 There was a lady once, ’tis an old story,
\n108.\u00a0\u00a0 That would not be a queen, that would she not,
\n109.\u00a0\u00a0 For all the mud in Egypt. Have you heard it?<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n110.\u00a0\u00a0 Come, you are pleasant.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n111.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With your theme, I could
\n112.\u00a0\u00a0 O’ermount the lark. The Marchioness of Pembroke!
\n113.\u00a0\u00a0 A thousand pounds a year for pure respect!
\n114.\u00a0\u00a0 No other obligation! By my life,
\n115.\u00a0\u00a0 That promises moe thousands; Honour’s train
\n116.\u00a0\u00a0 Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time
\n117.\u00a0\u00a0 I know your back will bear a duchess. Say,
\n118.\u00a0\u00a0 Are you not stronger than you were?<\/p>\n

ANNE.
\n119.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Good lady,
\n120.\u00a0\u00a0 Make your self mirth with your parti\u2018cular fancy,
\n121.\u00a0 \u00a0And leave me out on’t. Would I had no being,
\n122.\u00a0 \u00a0If this salute my blood a jot. It faints me,
\n123.\u00a0 \u00a0To think what follows.
\n124.\u00a0\u00a0 The Queen is comfortless, and we forgetful
\n125.\u00a0 \u00a0In our long absence. Pray, do not deliver
\n126.\u00a0\u00a0 What here you’ve heard to her.<\/p>\n

OLD LADY.
\n127.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 What do you think me?<\/p>\n

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