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 Caft thousand beams upon me, like the fun? They promis'd me eternal happiness ; And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Affuredly. Grif. I am moft joyful, madam, fuch good dreams Poffefs your fancy. Kath. Bid the mufick leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. [Mufick ceafes. Do you note, How much her grace is alter'd on the fudden? Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Pat. Heaven comfort her! Enter a Meffenger. You are a faucy fellow: You are to blame, Meff. An't like your grace,— Kath. Deferve we no more reverence? Grif. Me. I humbly do entreat your highnefs' pardon; Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow Let me ne'er fee again. [Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger. Re-enter 7 Re-enter GRIFFITH with CAPUCIUS. If my fight fail not, You should be lord ambaffador from the emperor, Cap. Madam, the fame, your fervant. Kath. O my lord, The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely With me, fince first you knew me. But, I pray you, What is your pleasure with me? Сар. Noble lady, First, mine own fervice 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; 'Tis like a pardon after execution : That gentle physick, given in time, had cur'd me; Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I fhall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!--Patience, is that letter, I caus'd you write, yet fent away? Pat. No, madam. [Giving it to KATHARINE. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king. Cap. Moft willing, madam. Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chafte loves, his young daughter : The dews of heaven fall thick in bleffings on her !— To love her for her mother's fake, that lov'd him, A right good husband, let him be a noble ; If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, These are the whole contents:-And, good my lord, Cap. By heaven, I will; Or let me lofe the fashion of a man! Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me In all humility unto his highness : Say, his long trouble now is paffing Out of this world: tell him, in death I blefs'd him, You 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., It hath ftruck. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? To waste these times.-Good hour of night, fir Thomas! Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Gar. I did, fir Thomas; and left him at primero With the duke of Suffolk. Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. Gar. Not yet, fir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter? It seems, you are in haste: an if there be No great offence belongs to't, give your friend In them a wilder nature, than the business That seeks despatch by day. Lov. My lord, I love you; And durft commend a fecret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour, They fay, in great extremity; and fear'd, She'll with the labour end. Gar. The fruit, fhe goes with, |