Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me? Cam. Your fears are worse. Q. Kath. Have I liv'd thus long-(let me speak myself, Since virtue finds no friends)-a wife, a true one? Never yet branded with suspicion? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him? Almost forgot my prayers to content him? 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 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. Alas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes? [To her Women. Shipwrack'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope; no kindred weep for me; If your grace Wol. We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow them. How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage. So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and servants. virtues You wrong your With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you 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 us'd myself unmannerly; You know, I am a woman, lacking wit 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 fathers, Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs, a Us'd myself-deported myself. That little thought, when she set footing here, SCENE II.-Antechamber to the King's Apartment. Enter the DUKE OF NORFOLK, the DUKE OF SUFFOLK, the EARL OF SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain. a Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints And force them with a constancy, the cardinal Cannot stand under them: If you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promise But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, Sur. Suf. Which of the peers Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least 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 Nor. a Force-enforce. So in Measure for Measure:' "Has he affections in him That thus can make him bite the law by the nose, The honey of his language. No, he 's settled, I should be glad to hear such news as this Nor. Believe it, this is true, In the divorce, his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded; wherein he appears, As I would wish mine enemy. Sur. His practices to light? Suf. Sur. How came Most strangely. O, how, how? Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried, A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen." Suf. Sur. Believe it. Will this work? Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts, And hedges, his own way. But in this point 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. Trace the conjunction! Suf. Nor. Now all my joy My amen to 't! All men's! Suf. There's order given for her coronation : Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her Sur. But, will the king Digest this letter of the cardinal's? No, no; There be more wasps that buzz about his nose, Cardinal Campeius Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave; To second all his plot. I do assure you, Cham. And let him cry ha, louder! Nor. When returns Cranmer? Now, God incense him But, my lord, Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe, Nor. This same Cranmer 's A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain Suf. For it, an archbishop. The cardinal He has; and we shall see him So I hear. "T is so. |