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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; 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: The last is, for my men ;-they are the poorest, But poverty could never draw them from me:-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. * 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, For so I will.–Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell, My lord.
cius kneels, and kisses her hand. When I am dead, Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over With maiden flowers, that all the world may know.. I was a chaste wife to my grave :Although unqueen'd, inter me like a queen, And pay respect to that which I have been.
(Exeunt, leading KATHARINE,
IND OF ACT IV.
ACT V. :
SCENE I. .
Enter the King, and Suffolk.
Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
Enter Lovel. Now, Lovel, from the queen what is the news? · Lov. I could not personally deliver to her What you commanded me, but by her woman I sent your message, who return'd her.thanks In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness Most heartily to pray for her.
King. What say'st thou? ha ! :
Lov. So said her woman.
Suf. Heaven safely quit her of her burden, and
King. 'Tis midnight, Charles ;
Suf. I wish your highness
Lov. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop,
King. Ha! Canterbury?
[Lovel seeming to stay.
[Exit LOVEL. Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he thus ? 'T is his aspect of terror. All's not well.
King. How now, my lord? You do desire to know
To make your house our Tower : You a brother of us,
Cran. I humbly thank your highness; [Kneels.
King. Stand up, good Canterbury ; Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up. Now, by my holy-dame, What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd You would have given me your petition, that I should have ta'en some pains to bring together Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you, Without indurance, further.
Cran. Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty ; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant.
King. Be of good cheer; · They shall no more prevail, than we give way to..
Keep comfort to you; and this morning see
[Exit Cranmer. He has strangled His language in his tears.
Lovel, and Lady Denny, without,
L. Den. I'll not come back ; the tidings that I bring Will make my boldness manners.
Enter Lady Denny.
King. Now, by thy looks
L. Den. Ay, ay, my liege ;
[Exit the King, L. Den. A hundred marks! By this light, I'll have
tleman, That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me To make great haste.--All fast? what means this:
Hoa! Who waits there?
Enter the Keeper of the Council-chamber.
Keep. Yes, my lord ;