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Let me ne'er see again.

(Exeunt Griffith end 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 Capucias.
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 lang,
First, mirve 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 :
That gentle physick, given in time, bad eur'd me;
But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers.
How does his highness!
Сар.

Madam, in good health.
Kath. So may he ever do! and ever fourish,
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.

(Gring i to Katharine.
Kath. Sir, 1 most humbly pray you to deliver
This to my lord the king.
Сар.

Most willing, malam.
Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter:-

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
Chrom any wretched women, that 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,

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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 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!
Cap.

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 :
That gentle physick, given in time, had cur'd me
But now I am past ali 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 I-Patience, is that letter,
I caus'd you write, yet sent away?

No, madam.

(Giving il to Katharine.
Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
This to my lord the king.
Сар.

Most willing, malam,
Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter:-
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,

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KING HENRY VIII. Act 5.
For honesty, and decent carriage,
A right good husband, let him be a noble;
And, sure, those men are happy, that shall have them.
The last is, for my men ;-they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw them from me ;-
That they may have their wages duly paid them,
And something over to remember me by;
If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
And able means, we had not parted thus.
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
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 do more.

[Exeunt, leading Katharine.
ACT V. SCENE I.

A gallery in the Palace.
Enger GARDINER Bishop of Winchester, « Page

nith a torch before him, met by Sir THOMAS
LOVELL.
Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not!
Boy.
Gar. These should he 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 !
Gar. I did, sir Thomas ; and left him at primera

Came you from the king, my lord I

KING HENRY VIII.
With the duke of Suffolk.
Lou,

I must to him too,
Before be go to bed. I'll take my leave.
Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the

matter!
It stems, you ars 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.
Lo.

My lord, I love you
And durst commend a secret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in

labour,
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
She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.
Gar.

But, sit, sit,-
Hear me, sir Thomas : You are a gentleman
Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well-
'Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,
TH11 Cranmer, Cromwell, her two bands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.
Lov.

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 arch-
la the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak
One syllable against him

Yes, yes, sir Thomas,
There are that dare; and I myself have ventura
To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,
Sir, il may tell it yon, I think, I have
Incens'a che lords o'the council, that he is

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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.

My lord, I love you;
And durst commend a secret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in

labour,
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
She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.
Gar.

But, sir, sir,
Hear me, sir Thomas : You

are a gentleman
Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,--
'Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me,
Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.
Lov.

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 arch-

bishop
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
Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is

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K. Hen.

(For so I know he is, they know he is,)
À most arch heretick, a pestilence,
That does infect the land with which they moved,
Have broken with the king; who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace
And princely care ; foreseeing those fell mischiefs
Our reasons laid before him, he hath commanded,
To-morrow morning to the council-board
He be convented. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas,
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
servant.

(Er'eunt Gardiner and Page. AS LOVELL is going out, enter the King, and

the Duke of SUFFOLK. K. Hen. 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.

K. Hen. But little, Charles ;
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.
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
I sent your message ; who return'd her thanks
In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your high-

ness,
Most heartily to pray for her.

K. Hen. What say'st thou ? ba!
To pray for her ? what, is she crying out!
Lov. So said her woman; and that her suffer-

Ance made
Almost each pang a death.

Alas, good lady!
Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and
With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Your highness with an heir!
K. Hen.

'Tis midnight, Charles,
Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember
The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone ;
For I must think of that, which company
Will not be friendly to.
Suy

I wish your highness
A quiet night, and my good mistress will

Charles, good night...

(Exit Suffolk.

Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY.
Well, sir, what follows !
Den. Sit, I have brought my lord the archbishop,
As you commanded me.

Ha! Canterbury?
Den. Ay, my good lord.
K.Her. Tis true: Where is he, Denny!
Den. He attends your highneas' pleasure.
K. Hon.

Bring him to us.

Exit Denny.
Lou. This is about that which the bishop pake;
I am happily come hither.

Aside.
Re-enter DENNY with CRANMER.
K. Her

Avoid the gallery

(Lovell seems to stay.
Ha!-1 have said.-Be gone.
What!

Excunt Lovell and Denny.
Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he thus !
'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to

know
Wherefore I sent for you.
Cran.

It is my duty
To attend your highness' pleasure.
K. Her

'Pray you, arise,
My good and gracious lord of Canterbury
Come, you and I must wall a turn together;
I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me your

hand.
Ah, my good lord, 1 grieve at what I speak,
And am right sorry to repeat what follows:
I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Heard many grievons, I do say, my lord,
Grievous complaints of you ; which, being consider'a,
Have mor'd us and our council, that you shall
This morning come before us; where, I know,
You cannot with sach freedom purge yourself,
But that, till further trial, in those charges
Which will require your answer, you must take
Your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your house our Tower : You a brother of us,
ft we thus proceed, or else no witness

1 humbly thank your highness;
And a right glad to catch this good occasion

K. Hen.

Would come against you.

Remember in my prayers.

K. Hen.

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