And to such men of gravity and learning,
In truth, I know not. I was set at work
Among my maids, full little, God knows,
looking

Either for such men or such business.
For her sake that I have been,—for I feel
The last fit of my greatness,-good your graces,
Let me have time and counsel for my cause:
Alas, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless!
Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love
with these fears:

Your hopes and friends are infinite.
Q. Kath.

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In England

But little for my profit: 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 protection;

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