Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Possess your fancy. Kath. Bid the musick leave, [Musick ceases. Do you note, They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, And of an earthy cold? Mark you her eyes? Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Pat. Heaven comfort her! Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But thie fellow Let me ne'er see again. [Exeunt Griffith and Messenger. Re-enter GRIFFITH with CAPUCIUS. If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. Kath. O my lord, The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray you, What is your pleasure with me? Noble lady, Cap. First, mine own service to your grace; the next, The king's request that I would visit you; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me Sends you his princely commendations, And heartily entreats you take good comfort. Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution : That gentle physick, given in time, had cur'd me; Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter, I caus'd you write, yet sent away? Put. No, madam. [Giving it to Katharine. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king. Cap. Most willing, madam. Kath. In which I have commended to his good ness The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter: The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her !- To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, A right good husband, let him be a noble ; And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them. If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, These are the whole contents :-And, good my lord, By that you love the dearest in this world, As you wish christian peace to souls departed, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king To do me this last right. Cap. By heaven, I will; Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me In all humility unto his highness: Say, his long trouble now is passing Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Katharine. ACT V. SCENE I. A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by Sir THOMAS LOVELL, Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? Boy.. It hath struck. Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights 34; times to repair our nature With comforting repose, and not for us To waste these times.-Good hour of night, sir Thomas! Whither so late? Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero " With the duke of Suffolk. Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter? It seems, you are in haste: and if there be No great offence belongs to't, give your friend In them a wilder nature, than the business Lov. My lord, I love you; |