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Enter a Gentleman.
Q. Kath. How now?
Gent. An't please your grace, the two great cardinals
Wait in the
Would they speak with me?
Gent. They will'd me say so, madam.
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.
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 madam, to withdraw Into your private chamber, we shall give you The full cause of our coming.
Speak it here;
Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw them,
I know my life so even: If your business
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
Pray, speak in English: here are some will thank you, If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake;
Believe me, she has had much wrong: Lord cardinal,
So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.
You have too much, good lady: but to know
His service and his counsel.
To betray me.
Q. Kath. [Aside. My lords, 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, In such a point of weight, so near mine honour (More near my life, I fear), with my weak wit, And 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.
But little for my profit: Can you think, lords,
He tells you rightly. Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruin : Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge,
That no king can corrupt.
Your rage mistakes us.
Q. Kath. The more shame for ye; holy men I thought
Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues:
A woman lost among ye, laughed at, scorn'd? *
I have more charity: But say, I warn'd ye;
Take heed, for heaven's sake, take heed, lest at once The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye.
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?
Take me a curse like this.
Your fears are worse.
2. Kath. Have I liv'd thus long-(let me speak my
Se virtue finds no friends), a wife, a true one?
HI with all my full affections
Sti met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him?
Vol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.
ur master wed me to: nothing but death
all e'er divorce my dignities.
'Pray, hear me. Q. Kath. 'Would I had never trod this English earth, felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
e have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts. What will become of me now, wretched lady?
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 for me, 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. If your grace
Could but be brought to know, our ends are honest,
Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage.
So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits,
Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and servants.
With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit,
Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you;
you please To trust us in your business, we are ready
To use our utmost studies in your service.
Q. Kath. 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,
She should have bought her dignities so dear. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Antechamber to the KING's Apartment.