That gentle phyfick giv'n in time had cur'd me; Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do, and ever Alourish, When I fhall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banifh'd the Kingdom. Patience, is that letter I caus'd you write, yet fent away? Pat. No, madam. Kath. Sir, I must humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the King. Cap. Moft willingly, madam. Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chafte loves, his young daughter, (The dews of heav'n fall thick in bleffings on her!) Befeeching him to give her virtuous breeding, (She's young, and of a noble modeft nature, I hope the will deferve well) and a little 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've giv'n me longer life As you wish christian peace to fouls departed, Stand thefe poor peoples friend, and urge the King To do me this last right. Cap. 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 I can no more [Exeunt, leading Katharine, ACT V. SCENE. I. Enter Gardener Bishop of Winchester, a page with a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. GARDINER. T'S one a clock, boy, is't not? Gard. Thefe fhould be hours for ne Not for delights; times to repair our nature With comforting repofe, and not for us To wafte thefe times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas, Whither fo late? Lov. Came you from the King, my lord? Gard. I did, Sir Thomas, left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolk. D 3 Lov. 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 In them a wilder nature than the bufinefs Lov. My lord, I love you: And durft commend a fecret to your ear The Queen's in labour, They fay in great extremity, 'tis fear'd I Gard. The fruit fhe goes with 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 Of mine own way, I know you wife, religious, 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 That does infect the land; with which they mov'd [Exeunt Gardiner and page. Lov. Many good nights, my lord, I rest your servant. SCENE II. Enter King and Suffolk. King. Charles, I will play no more to-night, Nor fhall not when my fancy's on my play. Το King. What fay'ft thou! ha! 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 With gentle travel, to the gladding of Your Highness with an heir. King. 'Tis midnight, Charles; Pr'ythee to bed, and in thy prayers remember D 4 Th'eftate Th' eftate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone, Suf. I wish your Highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will King. Charles, a good night: Well, Sir, what follows? Enter Sir Anthony Denny. [Exit Suffolk 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. Lov. This is about that which the bishop fpake, I am happily come hither. Enter Cranmer and Denny. [Exit Denny' [4 fide. 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 Highnefs' pleasure. King. Pray you rise, My good and gracious lord of Canterbury: I've news to tell you. Come, give me your hand. Grievous |