No, not for all the riches under heaven.
No, not for all the riches in the world.
Anne Bullen · Act 2, Scene 3
Anne insists she would never wish to be a queen, even as the Old Lady presses her, hinting at the folly of such protests. The line is ironic because the audience knows Anne will become queen and, historically, will be executed. Her denial of ambition is therefore both sincere and tragic—she cannot escape the fate that her beauty and the king's desire have already set in motion.
Beshrew me, I would, And venture maidenhead for’t; and so would you, For all this spice of your hypocrisy: You, that have so fair parts of woman on you, Have too a woman’s heart; which ever yet Affected eminence, wealth, sovereignty; Which, to say sooth, are blessings; and which gifts, Saving your mincing, the capacity Of your soft cheveril conscience would receive, If you might please to stretch it.
I swear, I would, And risk my virginity for it; and so would you, Despite all this show of hypocrisy: You, who have so many fine qualities of a woman, Also have a woman’s heart; which always desires Greatness, wealth, power; And those, to be honest, are blessings; and those gifts, If it weren’t for your pretending, your soft conscience Would accept, if you allowed it to stretch.
Old Lady · Act 2, Scene 3
The Old Lady is calling out Anne's denial of wanting to be queen, insisting that any woman would jump at such a chance, and that Anne's protestations of humility are mere performance. The line matters because it voices what everyone knows but no one says: that power and rank are not things women can afford to refuse, and that modesty is a costume women wear while their hearts want what their mouths deny. It is the cold voice of female realism.