_Anne._ I thought only of our loss: my senses are confounded. I did not give him my milk, and yet I loved him tenderly; for I often fancied, had he lived, how contented and joyful he would have made you and England. _Henry._ No subterfuges and escapes. I warrant, thou canst not say whether at my entrance thou wert waking or wandering. _Anne._ Faintness and drowsiness came upon me suddenly. _Henry._ Well, since thou really and truly sleepedst, what didst dream of? _Anne._ I begin to doubt whether I did indeed sleep. _Henry._ Ha! false one--never two sentences of truth together! But come, what didst think about, asleep or awake? _Anne._ I thought that God had pardoned me my offences, and had received me unto Him. _Henry._ And nothing more? _Anne._ That my prayers had been heard and my wishes were accomplishing: the angels alone can enjoy more beatitude than this. _Henry._ Vexatious little devil! She says nothing now about me, merely from perverseness. Hast thou never thought about me, nor about thy falsehood and adultery? _Anne._ If I had committed any kind of falsehood, in regard to you or not, I should never have rested until I had thrown myself at your feet and obtained your pardon; but, if ever I had been guilty of that other crime, I know not whether I should have dared to implore it, even of God's mercy. _Henry._ Thou hast heretofore cast some soft glances upon Smeaton; hast thou not? _Anne._ He taught me to play on the virginals, as you know, when I was little, and thereby to please your Highness. _Henry._ And Brereton and Norris--what have they taught thee? _Anne._ They are your servants, and trusty ones. _Henry._ Has not Weston told thee plainly that he loved thee? _Anne._ Yes; and---- _Henry._ What didst thou? _Anne._ I defied him. _Henry._ Is that all? _Anne._ I could have done no more if he had told me that he hated me. Then, indeed, I should have incurred more justly the reproaches of your Highness: I should have smiled. _Henry._ We have proofs abundant: the fellows shall one and all confront thee. Aye, clap thy hands and kiss thy sleeve, harlot! _Anne._ Oh that so great a favour is vouchsafed me! My honour is secure; my husband will be happy again; he will see my innocence. _Henry._ Give me now an account of the moneys thou hast received from me within these nine months. I want them not back: they are letters of gold in record of thy guilt. Thou hast had no fewer than fifteen thousand pounds in that period, without even thy asking; what hast done with it, wanton? _Anne._ I have regularly placed it out to interest. _Henry._ Where? I demand of thee. _Anne._ Among the needy and ailing. My Lord Archbishop has the account of it, sealed by him weekly. I also had a copy myself; those who took away my papers may easily find it; for there are few others, and they lie open. _Henry._ Think on my munificence to thee; recollect who made thee. Dost sigh for what thou hast lost? _Anne._ I do, indeed.