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?