Saw ye none enter, since I slept ? Grif. None, madam. Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun? They promis'd me eternal happiness; And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Assuredly. Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Possess your fancy. Kath. Bid the music leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note, [Music ceases. How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, Enter a Messenger. Mes. An't like your grace,- Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, Mes. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: but this fellow Let me ne'er see again. [Exe. GRIFF. and Mes. Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS. If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, 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,. Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me 7* VOL. VI. 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 physic, given in time, had cur'd me ; Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, Pat. No, madam, [Giving it to KATHARINE. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king. Cap. Most willing, madam. Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, A right good husband, let him be a noble ; If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, These are the whole contents :-And, good my lord, 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, [Exeunt, leading KATHARINE. 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;7 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 [7] Gardiner himself is not much delighted. The delight at which he hints, seems to be the king's diversion, which keeps him in attendance. JOHNS. [8] Primero and Primavista, two games at cards, H. I Primera, Primavista. La Primiere, G. Prime, f. Prime veue. Primum, et primum visum, that is, first, and first seen: because he that can show such an order of cards first, wins the game. GREY. [9] Some hint of the business that keeps you awake so late, JOHNS. (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 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 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,- Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Cromwell,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, 2 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 Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is, A most arch heretic, a pestilence That does infect the land: with which they moved, JOHNS. [1] Mine own opinion in religion. JOHNS. JOHNS. |