Page 1665 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

CHAMBERLAIN

Good morrow, ladies. What were’t worth to know [50]
The secret of your conference?

ANNE
My good lord,
Not your demand; it values not your asking.

Our mistress’ sorrows we were pitying.

CHAMBERLAIN
It was a gentle business, and becoming
The action of good women; there is hope [55]
All will be well.

ANNE
Now I pray God, amen.

CHAMBERLAIN
You 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 [60]

Commends his good opinion of you to 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.

ANNE

I do not know [65]
What kind of my obedience I should tender.
More than my all is nothing; nor my prayers
Are not words duly hallowed, nor my wishes

More worth than empty vanities; yet prayers and wishes
Are all I can return. Beseech your lordship, [70]
Vouchsafe to speak my thanks and my obedience,
As from a blushing handmaid, to his highness,

Whose health and royalty I pray for.