Enter a Messenger. Mess. An't like your grace, Kath. You are a saucy fellow : Deserve we no more reverence? You are to blame, Grif. Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS. If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. Kath. O my lord, The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray you, What is your pleasure with me? Noble lady, Cap. Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; "Tis like a pardon after execution: That gentle physick, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. How does his highness? Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter, I caus'd you write, yet sent away? Pat. No, madam. [Giving it to KATHARINE. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king. Most willing, madam. Cap. Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chaste loves, his young daugh ter:-4 The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!- To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, For honesty, and decent carriage, 3 Image. 4 Afterwards Q. Mary. A right good husband, let him be a noble ; If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, As you wish christian peace to souls departed, Cap. By heaven, I will; Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me 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.-Farewell, My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience, You must not leave me yet. I must to bed; Call in more women.-When I am dead, good wench Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over 5 Even if he should be. ACT V. SCENE I. 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. It hath struck. Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights; times to repair our nature With comforting repose, and not for us To waste these times.-Good hour of night, sir Thomas! Whither so late? Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? 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 No great offence belongs to't, give your friend Some touch of your late business: Affairs, that walk (As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That seeks despatch by day. Lov. My lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear 6 A game at cards. 7 Hint. Much weightier than this work. The queen's in la bour, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, She'll with the labour end. Gar. The fruit, she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may find 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. Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Crom Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master Gar. |