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Kath, Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all

gone ? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? 230

Grif. Madam, we are here.

Kath. It is not you I call for : 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 I am not worthy yet to wear : I shall,

240 Assuredly.

Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Possess your fancy.

Kath. Bid the musick leave,
They are harsh and heavy to me. [ Musick ceases,

Pat. Do you note,
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden ?
How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks,
And of an carthy cold ? Mark her eyes.
Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray.

250 Pat. Heaven comfort her!

Enter a Messenger. Mes. An't like your grace

Kath. You are a saucy fellow : Deserve we no more reverence?

Grif. You are to blame,

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Knowing,

Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness,
To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.

Mes. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon;
My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying
A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. 260
Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith : But this

fellow Let me ne'er see again.

[Exeunt GRIFFITH, and Messenger.

Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS. If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.

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?

270 Cap. Noble lady, First, mine own service to your grace; the next, The king's request that I would visit you ; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me 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 physick, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers,

How

How does his highness?

281 Cap. Madam, in good health.

Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom !-Patience, is that letter, I caus'd you write, yet sent away?

Pat. No, madam. :');

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 The model of our chaste loves, his young daugh

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ter:

The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her
Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding;
(She is young, and of a noble modest nature;
I hope, she will deserve well) and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long

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Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully :
Of which there is not one, I dare avow
(And now I should not lie), but will deserve,
For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty, and decent carriage,
A right good husband ; let him be a noble ;
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em.
The last is, for my men ;-they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw 'em from me ;-

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That they may have their wages duly paid 'em, 310
And something over to remember me by:
If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
And able means, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents :--And, good my lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world,
As

you wish christian peace to souls departed, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king To do me this last right.

Cap. By heaven, I will;
Or let me lose the fashion of a man.

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Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
In all humility unto his highness :
Say, his long troublenow is passing
Out of this world : tell him, in death I blest him,
For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewel,
My lord.-Griffith, farewel.-Nay, Patience,
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed ;-
Call in more women. - When I am dead, good

wench, Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over

329 With maiden flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste wife to my grave : embalm me, Then lay me forth : although unqueen'd, yet like A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. I can no more.. [Exeunt, leading KATHARINE.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

Some Part of the Palace. Enter GARDINER Bishop of

Winchester, a Page with a Torch before him, met by Sir THOMAS Lovel.

Gardiner. It's

one a'clock, boy, is't not?: Boy. It hath struck.

Gard. These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights; 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 ?

Gard. I did, Sir Thomas ; and left him at primero With the duke of Suffolk.,

10 Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave, Gard. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovel. What's the

matter? It seems, you are in haste : an if there be No great offence belongs to’t, give your friend Some touch of your late business : Affairs, that walk (As, they say, spirits do) at midnight, have In them a.wilder nature, than the business That seeks dispatch by day.

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