Grif. You are to blame, Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness, Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; 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, O my lord, Cap. But, I pray you, Noble lady, First, mine own service to your grace; the next, Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me And heartily entreats you take good comfort. Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; "T is like a pardon after execution: That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; 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. [Giving it to KATH. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver Most willing, madam. A right good husband, let him be a noble; And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them. If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, 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. Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, VOL. VII. H For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell, [Exeunt, leading KATH. ACT V. SCENE I.-A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by SIR THOMAS LOVELL. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is 't not? Boy. It hath struck. Gar. 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? Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero With the duke of Suffolk. Lov. matter? It seems you are in haste; an if there be What's the 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 despatch by day. Lov. My lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, She '11 with the labour end. Gar. The fruit she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may find Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Gar. But, sir, sir,— Lov. Gar. Insens'd the lords o' the council, that he is That does infect the land: with which they mov'd, a Trade-habitual course, path trodden.-See 'Richard II.,' Act III. Sc. 4. b Broken with-communicated with. So in the Two Gentlemen of Verona :' "I am to break with thee of some affairs." |