These are the whole contents: and, good my lord, By that you love the dearest in this world, As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king To do me this last right. Cap. By heaven, I will, Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me 160 In all humility unto his highness: Say his long trouble now is passing Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him, For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Fare- My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience, Let me be used with honor: strew me over I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, 170 I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Katharine. ACT FIFTH SCENE I London. A gallery in the palace. Enter Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is 't not? Boy. Not for delights; times to repair our nature Thomas! Good hour of night, Sir Came you from the king, my lord? Whither so late? Lov. Gar. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero With the Duke of Suffolk. Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. Gar. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter? It seems you are in haste: an if there be 10 No great offense belongs to 't, give your friend 3. "not for delights"; Gardiner himself is not much delighted. The delights at which he hints seem to be the king's diversions, which keep him in attendance.-H. N. H. Some touch of your late business: affairs that walk, As they say spirits do, at midnight, have Lov. My lord, I love you; in labor, queen's They say, in great extremity; and fear'd Gar. with 20 The fruit she goes with Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas, I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Gar. But, sir, sir, Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell, Beside that of the jewel house, is made master 34. "is"; Theobald, "he's."-I. G. O' the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir, Stands in the gap and trade of moe preferments, With which the time will load him. The archbishop Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare speak Gar. One syllable against him? Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventured 40 To speak my mind of him: and indeed this day, Incensed the lords o' the council that he is— A most arch-heretic, a pestilence That does infect the land: with which they Have broken with the king; who hath so far Thomas, 51 He's a rank weed, Sir And we must root him out. From your affairs I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas. Lov. Many good nights, my lord: I rest your serv[Exeunt Gardiner and Page. ant. Enter King and Suffolk. King. Charles, I will play no more to-night; My mind's not on 't; you are too hard for me. Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. King. But little, Charles, Nor shall not, when my fancy 's on my play. 60 Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news? Lov. I could not personally deliver to her What you commanded me, but by her woman Most heartily to pray for her. King. What say'st thou, ha? To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman, and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. King. Alas, good lady! Suf. God safely quit her of her burthen, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! King. Suf. 70 "Tis midnight, Charles; I wish your highness King. Charles, good night. [Exit Suffolk. Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Well, sir, what follows? |