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The Duke of Buckingham's Prayer for the King.
May he live
Longer than I have time to tell his years!
Ever belov'd, and loving, may his rule be,
And, when old time shall lead him to his end,
A loss of her,
A Good Wife.
That, like a jewel, has hung twenty years
The Blessings of a Low Station.
"Tis better to be lowly born,
And range with humble livers in content,
Than to be perk'd up in glistering grief,
And wear a golden sorrow.
Queen Katharine's Speech to the King, her Husband.
In what have I offended you? what cause
Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure,
And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness,
Ever in fear to kindle your dislike,
Yea, subject to your countenance: glad or sorry,
Have I not strove to love, although I knew
He were mine enemy?
That had to him deriv'd your anger, did I
He was from thence discharg'd? Sir, call to mind That I have been your wife, in this obedience, Upward of twenty years.
Queen Katharine's Speech to Cardinal Wolsey.
You tender more your person's honour than
King Henry's Character of Queen Katharine.
That man i' the world who shall report he has A better wife, let him in nought be trusted,
For speaking false in that.
Thou art, alone
(If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,
Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,-
Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out), †
† Speak out thy merits.
Queen Katharine on her own Merit.
Have I liv'd thus long,-(let me speak myself,
Have I with all my full affections
Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him?
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?*
Almost forgot my prayers to content him?
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
Outward Effects of a Disturbed Mind.
Some strange commotion
Is in his brain; he bites his lip, and starts;
His eye against the moon in most strange postures
* Served him with superstitious attention.
Though perils did
Abound as thick as thought could make them, and
External Effects of Anger.
What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
Leap'd from his eyes: so looks the chafed lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him
Nay, then, farewell!
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness!
I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
The Vicissitudes of Life.
So farewell to the little good you bear me.
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
Cardinal Wolsey's Speech to Cromwell.
Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And,-when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of,—say I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,—
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,