Enter a third gentleman. God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gent. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stifled 2 Gent. You saw the ceremony? 3 Gent. That I did. 1 Gent. How was it? 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent. Good sir, speak it to us. 3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off A distance from her; while her grace sat down Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. 1 Gent. Sir, You must no more call it York-place, that's past, For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost: 'Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall. 3 Gent. I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me. A man in much esteem with the king, and truly A worthy friend. The king, Has made him, master o' the jewel-house, 2 Gent. He will deserve more. You may command us, sir. Lodg'd in the abbey, where the reverend abbot, Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, And yet with charity.-He was a man His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Grif. Noble madam, And though he were unsatisfied in getting, Now in his ashes honour. Peace be with him!— [Sad and solemn music. Grif. She is asleep. Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her :-softly, gentle Patience. The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend curt'sies: then, the two that held the garland deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head. Which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she makes in Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behaviour: go to; kneel. 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 this 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, My royal nephew; and your name Capucius. Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. Kath. The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely O my lord! You are a saucy fellow: With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray What is your pleasure with me? Mess. An't like your grace,Kath. Deserve we no more reverence? Grif. 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 physic, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. How does his highness? 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? Pat. 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 goodness The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter:The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her! Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding. She is young, and of a noble modest nature, I hope, she will deserve well; and a little To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition Is, that his noble grace would have some pity Upon my wretched women, that so long, Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully: Of which there is not one, I dare avow, 42 (And now I should not lie,) but will deserve, A right good husband, let him be a noble; them. The last is, for my men :-they are the poorest, Cap. Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me Let me be us'd with honour: strew me over ACT SCENE I.-A Gallery in the Palace. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? It hath struck. 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: an if there be Lov. They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, Gar. The fruit she goes with I pray for heartily; that it my find Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Deserve our better wishes. Gar. But, sir, sir,Hear me, sir Thomas: y'are a gentleman Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious; And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, "Twill not, sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me, Is the king's hand, and tongue; and who dare speak One syllable against him? Gar. Yes, yes, sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have Incens'd the lords o' the council, that he is (For so I know he is, they know he is) A most arch heretic, a pestilence That does infect the land: with which they moved K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night: Nor shall not when my fancy's on my play.- ness Most heartily to pray for her. |