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They are, as all my other comforts, far hence,
Cam. I would, your grace
Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.
Q. Kath. How, sir?
Cam. Put your main cause into the king's protection; He's loving, and most gracious: 'twill be much Both for your honour better, and your cause; For, if the trial of the law o'ertake you, You'll part away disgrac'd.
Wol. He tells you rightly.
Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my
Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye!
Cam. Your rage mistakes us.
Q. Kath, The more shame for ye; holy men I
Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues;
The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady?
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? Alas! he has banish'd me his bed already; His love, too long ago: I am old, my lords, And all the fellowship I hold now with him Is only my obedience. What can happen To me, above this wretchedness? all your studies Make me a curse like this.
Cam. Your fears are worse.
Q. Kath. Have I liv'd thus long-—(let me speak
Since virtue finds no friends,)—a wife, a true one?
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him >
Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.
Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so
To give up willingly that noble title
Wol. 'Pray, hear me. .
Q. Kath. 'Would I had never trod this English
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
[To her women.
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,
Wol. If your grace
Couid but be brought to know, our ends are honest,