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That gentle phyfick giv'n in time had cur'd me;
Cap. Madam, in good health.
Kath. So may he ever do, and ever flourish,
Pat. No, madam.
Kath. Sir, I muft humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the King.
Cap. Moft willingly, madam.
Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness
A right good husband, let him be a noble :
Cap. By heav'n I will,
Or let me lofe the fashion of a man.
Kath. I thank you, honeft lord. Remember me In all humility unto his Highness; And tell him, his long trouble now is paffing Out of this world. Tell him, in death I bleft him, For fo I will-mine eyes grow dim. Farewel, My lord. -Griffith farewel -nay, Patience, You must not leave me yet. I muft to bedCall in more women-When I'm dead, good wench, Let me be us'd with honour, ftrew me over With maiden flow'rs, that all the world may know I was a chafte wife to my grave: embalm me, Then lay me forth; although un-queen'd, yet like A Queen and daughter to a King, inter me. I can no more[Exeunt, leading Katharine.
ACT V. SCEN E. I.
Enter Gardener Bishop of Winchester, a page with torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell.
T'S one a clock, boy, is't not?
Gard. Thefe fhould be hours for ne
Not for delights; times to repair our
With comforting repofe, and not for us
Lov. Came you from the King, my lord?
Lov. I muft to him too,
Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
Gard. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell, what's the marter § It seems you are in hafte: And if there be No great offence belongs to't, give your friend Some touch of your late bufinefs. Affairs that walk (As they fay fpirits do) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature than the business That feeks difpatch by day.
Lov. My lord, I love you:
And durft commend a fecret to your ear
The Queen's in labour,
Gard. The fruit fhe 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.
Lav. Methinks I could
Cry the Amen, and yet my conscience says
Gard. But Sir, Sir
Hear me, Sir Thomas-y'are a gentleman
Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two
The most remark'd i'th' kingdom; as for Cromwell,
Gard. Yes, Sir Thomas;
There are that dare; and I my felf have ventur'd
Sir I may tell it you, I think I have
Enter King and Suffolk."
King. Charles, I will play no more to-night,
Nor fhall not when my fancy's on my play.
King. What fay'st thou! ha!
To pray for her! what! is fhe crying out?
Lov. So faid her woman, and that her fuff 'rance made Almoft each pang a death,
King. Alas, good lady!
Suf. God fafely quit her of her burthen, and
King. 'Tis midnight, Charles;
Pr'ythee to bed, and in thy prayers remember
Th' eftate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone,
Suf. I wish your Highness
Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
Denny. Sir, I have brought my lord the Arch-bishop, As you commanded me.
King. Ha! Canterbury!
Denny. Yea, my good lord.
King. 'Tis true. where is he, Denny? Denny. He attends your Highness' pleasure. King. Bring him to us. [Exit Denny' Lov. This is about that which the bishop fpake, I am happily come hither.
Enter Cranmer and Denny.
King. Avoid the gallery Ha!
[Lovell feemeth to stay.
I have faid-be gone
Cran. I am fearful: wherefore frowns he thus ? 'Tis his afpect of terror. All's not well.
King. How now, my lord? you.do defire to know Wherefore I fent for you. Cran. It is my duty
T'attend your Highness' pleasure.
My good and gracious lord of Canterbury: