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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 protit: 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,)
And live a subject? Nay, forsooth, my friends,
They that must weigh out my afflictions,
They that my trust must grow to, live not here;
They are, as all my other comforts, far hence,
In mine own country, lords.
Cam. I would, your grace

Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.
Q. Kath. How, Sir?

Cam: Put your main cause into the king's pro

tection;

He's loving, and most gracious: 'twill be much
Both for your honour better, and your cause;
For, if the trial of the law o'ertake you,

You'll part away disgraced.

Wol. He tells you rightly.

Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my

ruin :

Is this your christian counsel? Out upon ye!
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge,
That no king can corrupt.

Cam. Your rage mistakes us.

Q. Kath. The more shame for ye; holy men I

thought ye,

Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues;
But cardinal sins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye:
Mend them for shame, my lords. Is this your

comfort?

The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady?
A woman lost among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd?
I will not wish ye half my miseries,

I have more charity: but say, I warn'd ye;

Take heed, for heaven's sake, take heed, least at

once

The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye.

Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction;

You turn the good we offer into envy.

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:

* Outweigh.

If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits,)
Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me ?
Alas! he has banish'd me his bed already;
His love, too long ago: I am old, my lords,
And all the fellowship I hold now with him
Is only my obedience. What can happen
To me, above this wretchedness? All your studies
Make me a curse like this.

Cam. Your fears are worse.

Q. Kath. Have I lived thus long-(let me speak

(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? loved him next heaven ? obey'd

him?

Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him,
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,
Yet will I add an honour,-a great patience.

Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we

aim at.

Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so

guilty,

To give up willingly that noble title

Your master wed me to: nothing but death

Shall e'er divorce my dignities.

Wol. '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 living,一
Alas! 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.

* Served him with superstitious attention.

Wol. If your grace Could but be brought to know, our ends are ho

nest,

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;

[riage.

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 car-
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits,
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.
I know, you have a gentle, noble temper,
A soul as even as a calm; Pray, think us
Those we professs, peace-makers, friends, and

servants.

Cam. Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your

virtues

With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, As yours was put into you, ever casts

Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves

you;
Beware, you lose it not for us, if you please
To trust us in your business, we are ready
To use our utmost studies in your service.

Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: and, pray,

forgive me,

If I have used myself unmannerly :
You know, I am a woman, lacking wit
To make a seemly answer to such persons.

Pray, do my service to his majesty:

He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fa

thers,

Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs,
That little thought, when she set footing here,
She should have bought her dignities so dear.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.-Ante-chamber to the King's Apartment. Enter the Duke of NORFOLK, the Duke of SUFFOLK, the Earl of SURREY, and the Lord CHAMBER

LAIN.

Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints, And forcet them with a constancy, the cardinal

• Behaved.

† Enforce.

Cannot stand under them if you omit
The offer of this time, I cannot promise,
But that you shall sustain more new disgraces,
With these you bear already.

Sur. I am joyful

To meet the least occasion, that may give me
Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke,
To be revenged on him.

Suf. Which of the peers
Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least
Strangely neglected? When did he regard
The stamp of nobleness in any person,
Out of himself?

Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures:
What he deserves of you and me, I know;
What we can do to him, (though now the time
Gives way to us,) I much fear. If you cannot
Bar his access to the king, never attempt
Any thing on him; for he hath a witchcraft
Over the king in his tongue.

Nor. O, fear him not;

His spell in that is out: the king hath found
Matter against him, that for ever mars

The honey of his language. No, he's settled,
Not to come off, in his displeasure.

Sur. Sir,

I should be glad to hear such news as this

Once every hour.

Nor. Believe it, this is true.

1

In the divorce, his contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded; wherein he appears,

As I could wish mine enemy.

Sur. How came

His practices to light?

Suf. Most strangely.

Sur. O, how, how?

[ried,

Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscar

And came to the eye o' the king; wherein was

read,

How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness

To stay the judgment o' the divorce; for if
It did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive,

My king is tangled in affection to

A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.

Sur. Has the king this?

Suf. Believe it.

Sur. Will this work?

Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he

coasts,

And hedges, his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic After his patient's death; the king already

Hath married the fair lady.

Sur. 'Would he had!

Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord !

For, I profess, you have it.

Sur. Now all my joy

Trace the conjunction!
Suf. My amen to 't!

Nor. All men's.

Suf. There's order given for her coronation: Marry, this is yet but youngt, and may be left To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords, She is a gallant creature, and complete In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall In it be memorized ‡.

Sur. But, will the king

Digest this letter of the cardinal's?
The Lord forbid!

Nor. Marry, amen!

Suf. No, no;

There be more wasps that buz about his nose, Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Cam

peius

Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;
Has left the cause o' the king unhandled; and

Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you
The king cried, ha! at this.

Cham. Now, God incense him,

And let him cry ha, louder!
Nor. But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?

Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which

Have satisfied the king for his divorce,
Together with all famous colleges

Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe,
His second marriage shall be publish'd, and
Her coronation. Katharine no more

Shall be call'd, queen; but princess dowager,
And widow to prince Arthur.

Nor. This same Cranmer's

A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain

In the king's business.

• Follow. VOL. IV.

+ New.

Made memorable.

Hh

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