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The full cause of our coming.
Speak it here;
serenissima, Q. Kath. O, good my lord, no Latin ; I am not such a truant since my coming, As not to know the language I have liv'd in: A strange tongue makes my cause more strange,
suspicious; Pray, speak in English : here are some will thank you, If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake;
she has had much wrong : Lord cardinal,
stand minded in the weighty difference
Most honour'd madam,
To betray me. [Aside. My lords, I thank you both for your good wills, Ye speak like honest men, (pray God, ye prove so!) But how to make you suddenly an answer, In such a point of weight, so near mine bonour, (More near my life, I fear,) with my weak wit, And to such men of gravity and learning, In truth, I know not. I was set at work Among my maids; full little, God knows, looking Either for such men, or such business. For her sake that I have been, (for I feel The last fit of my greatness,) good your graces, Let me have time, and counsel, for my cause; Alas! I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with
these fears ; Your hopes and friends are infinite. Q. Kath.
In England, But little for my profit: Can you think, lords, That any Englishman dare give me counsel ? Or be a known friend, 'gainst his highness' pleasure,
(Though he be grown so desperate to be honest,)
I would, your grace
How, sir? Cam. Put your main cause into the king's protec
He's loving, and most gracious; 'twill be much
He tells you rightly.
ruin: Is this
christian counsel ? out upon ye!
Your rage mistakes us.
I have more charity : But say, I warn'd ye;
Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction;
Q. Kath. Ye turn me into nothing: Woe upon ye, And all such false professors ! Would ye have me (If you have any justice, any pity; If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits,) Put my
sick cause into his hands that hates me ?
Your fears are worse.'
myself, Since virtue finds no friends,) a wife, a true one ? A woman (I dare say, without vain-glory,) Never yet branded with suspicion ? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd
him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him ?5 Almost forgot my prayers to content him? And am I thus rewarded ? 'tis not well, lords. Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure ; And to that woman, when she has done most,
5 Served him with superstitious attention.
Yet will I add an honour,-a great patience.
'Pray, hear me. Q. Kath. 'Would I had never trod this English
earth, Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it! Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts. What will become of me now, wretched lady? I am the most unhappy woman livingAlas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes ?
[To her Women. Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope ; no kindred weep for me, Almost, no grave allow'd me:-Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish. Wol.
If your grace Could but be brought to know, our ends are honest, You'd feel more comfort : why should we, good lady, Upon what cause, wrong you ? alas! our places, The way of our profession is against it; We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow them. For goodness' sake, consider what you do ; How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage. The hearts of princes kiss obedience, So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits,