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Ere a determinate resolution, he
Very well, my liege.
.. So please your highness, The question did at first so stagger me, Bearing a state of mighty moment in't,
And consequence of dread,- that I committed
I then mov'd you,
So please your highness,
I may perceive, [Aside. These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor This dilatory and tricks of Rome. My learn’d and well-beloved servant, Cranmer, Pr’ythee return! with thy approach, I know, My comfort comes along. Break up the court:
set on. [Exeunt, in manner as they entered.
SCENE 1. Palace at BRIDEWELL. A Room in the
Queen's Apartment. The Queen, and some of her Women, at Work. Q. Kath. Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad
with troubles; Sing, and disperse ther, if thou canst : leave working.
Bow themselves, when he did sing :
There had been a lasting spring.
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Enter a Gentleman. Q. Kath. How now? Gent. An't please your grace, the two great cardinals Wait in the presence. ' Q. Kath.
Would they speak with me? Gent. They willd me say so, madam. Q. Kath.
Pray their graces To come near. [Exit Gent.] What can be their business With me, a poor weak woman, fallen from favour? I do not like their coming, now I think on't. They should be good men; their affairs are righteous : But all hoods make not monks.
Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. Wol.
Peace to your highness! Q. Kath. Your graces find me here part of a housewife; I would be all, against the worst may happen. What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords?
Wol. May it please you, noble madain, to withdraw Into your private chamber, we shall give you The full cause of our coming. Q. Kath.
Speak it here; There's nothing I have done yet, o’my conscience, Deserves a corner: 'Would, all other women Could speak this with as free a soul as I do! My lords, I care not (so much I am happy Above a number), if my actions Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw them, Envy and base opinion set against them, I know my life so even: If Seek me out, and that way I am wife in, Out with it boldly; Truth loves open dealing. Wol. Tanta est ergà te mentis integritas, regina
serenissima, Q. Kath. O, good my lord, no Latin; I am not such a truant since my coming, As not to know the language I have liv'd in: A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, sus
picious; Pray, speak in English: here are some will thank you,
you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake;
she has had much wrong: Lord cardinal, The willing'st sin I ever yet committed, May be absolv'd in English. Wol.
Most honour'd madam,
To betray me. [Aside. My Jords, I thank you both for your good wills, Ye speak like honest men, (pray God, ye prove so!) But how to make you suddenly an answer, Io such a point of weight, so near mine honour (More near my life, I fear), with my weak wit, Ànd to such men of gravity and learning, In truth, I know not. I was set at work Among my maids; full little, God knows, looking Either for such men, or such business, For her sake that I have been (for I feel The last fit of my greatness), good your graces, Let me have time, and counsel, for my cause; Alas! I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with these
fears; Your hopes and friends are infinite. Q. Kuth.