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Enter a Messenger.
You are a saucy fellow :
You are to blame, 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 Let me ne'er see again.
[Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger.
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
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? Сар. .
Noble lady, First; mine own service to your grace; the next, The king's request that I would visit you ; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me Sends you his princely commendations, And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late ;
'Tis like a pardon after execution :
prayers. How does his highness? Сар. .
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.
[Giving it to KATHARINE. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king. Сар. .
Most willing, madam. Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness The models of our chaste loves, his young daugh
ter:-4 The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her! Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; I hope, she will deserve well ;) and a little To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition Is, that his noble grace would have some pity Upon my wretched women, that so long, Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully: Of which there is not one, I dare avow, (And now I should not lie,) but will deserve, For virtue, and true beauty of the soul, For honesty, and decent carriage,
A right good husband, let him bes a noble;
By heaven, I will ;
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 With maiden flowers, that all the world may
know I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, Then lay me forth : although unqueen'd, yet like A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. I can no more. [Exeunt, leading KATHARINE.
5 Even if he should be.
Enter GARDINER Bishop of Winchester, a Page
with a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas
It hath struck.
Whither so late?
Came you from the king, my lord?
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
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in la
The fruit, she goes with,
Methinks, I could
But, sir, sir,
Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i’the kingdom. As for Crom
well, Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master O'the rolls, and the king's secretary : further, sir, Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments, With which the time will load him: The archbishop Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak One syllable against him? Gar.
Yes, yes, sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have