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Cam. Put your main cause into the king's pro
He tells you rightly.
Your rage mistakes us.
Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction; You turn the good we offer into envy.
Q. Kath. Ye turn me into nothing: Woe upon ye, And all such false professors! Would ye have me (If you have any justice, any pity; If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits,) Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?
Is this your
Alas! he has banish'd me his bed already;
Your fears are worse.
myself, Since virtue finds no friends, )—a wife, a true one? A woman (I dare say, without vain-glory,) 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? And am I thus rewarded? 'tis not well, lords. Bring me a constant woman to her husband, One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure; And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour,-a great patience. Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we
aim at. Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so
'Pray, hear me.
Or felt the flatteries that
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. Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope; no kindred weep Almost, no grave allow'd me:— Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish’d, I'll hang my head, and perish. Wol.
If your grace Could but be brought to know, our ends are honest, You'd feel more comfort: why should we, good
lady, Upon what cause, wrong you? alas! our places, The way of our profession is against it; We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow them. For goodness' sake, consider what ; How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this car
riage. The hearts of princes kiss obedience, So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits, They swell, and grow as terrible as storms. I know, you have a gentle, noble temper, A soul as even as a calm; Pray, think us Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and ser,
vants. Cam. Madam, you'll find it so.
With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit,
you please To trust us in your business, we are ready To use our utmost studies in
your service. Q. Kuth. 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 To make a seemly answer to such persons. 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, That little thought, when she set footing here, She should have bought her dignities so dear.
ANTECHAMBER TO THE KING'S APARTMENT.
Enter the Duke of Norfolk, the Duke of Suffolk,
the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.
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
shall sustain more new disgraces, With these you bear already.
I am joyful
Which of the peers
Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures: What he deserves of
and me, I know; What we can do to him, (though now the time Gives way to us,) I much fear. If
O, fear him not;
Believe it, this is true.
O, how, how: