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There was a lady once, ('tis an old story,)
With your theme, I could O'ermount the lark. The marchioness of Pem
What do you think me?
A HALL IN BLACK-FRYARS.
Trumpets, sennet, and cornets. Enter two Vergers, with short silver wands; nert them, two Scribes, in the habits of doctors; after them, the Archbishop of Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops of Lin
coln, Ely, Rochester, and Saint Asaph; nert them, with some small distance, follows a gentleman bearing the purse, with the great seal, and a cardinal's hat; then two Priests, bearing each a silver cross; then a Gentleman-usher bare-headed, accompanied with a Sergeant at arms, bearing a silver mace; then two Gentlemen, bearing two great silver pillars; after them, side by side, the two Cardinals Wolsey and Campeius; two Noblemen with the sword and mace. Then enter the King and Queen, and their trains. The King takes place under the cloth of state; the two Cardinals sit under him, as judges. The Queen takes place, at some distance from the King. The Bishops place themselves on each side the court, in manner of a consistory; below them, the Scribes. The Lords sit next the Bishops. The Crier and the rest of the attendants stand in convenient order about the stage. Wol. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded. K. Hen.
What's the need?
Be't so:-Proceed. Scribe. Say, Henry king of England, come into
the court. Crier. Henry king of England, &c. K. Hen. Here. Scribe. Say, Katharine queen of England, come
into court. Crier. Katharine queen of England, &c.
[The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her chair,
goes about the court, comes to the King, and kneels at his feet; then speaks.] Q. Kath. Sir, I desire you, do me right and
justice; And to bestow your pity on me: for I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, Born out of your dominions; having here No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas! sir, In what have I offended you? what cause Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, That thus you should proceed to put me off, And take your good grace from me? Heaven wit
ness, I have been to you a true and humble wife, At all times to your will conformable: Even in fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, subject to your countenance; glad, or sorry, As I saw it inclin'd. When was the hour, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends Have I not strove to love, although I knew He were mine enemy? what friend of mine, That had to him deriv'd your anger, did I Continue in my liking? nay, gave notice He was from thence discharg’d? Sir, call to mind That I have been your wife, in this obedience, Upward of twenty years, and have been blest With many children by you: If, in the course Aud process of this time, you can report,
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
You have here, lady,
Be now produc'd, and heard.
Lord cardinal, —
Your pleasure, madam?
Be patient yet.
I do profess,