Enter a Mellenger. Mef. An't like your Grace Knowing the will not lofe her wonted greatnefs, Mef. I humbly do intreat your Highness pardon: Cath. Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow Let me ne'er fee again. [Exit Messenger. Enter Lord Capucius. If my fight fail not, You should be lord ambaffador from the Emperor, Cath. O my lord, The times and titles now are alter'd strangely What is your pleasure with me? Cap. Noble lady, First, mine own service to your Grace; the next, The King's request that I would vifit you; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me Sends you his princely commendations, And heartily intreats you take good comfort. Cath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution; That gentle phyfick, giv'n in time, had cur'd me; Cap. Madam, in good health. Cath. So may he ever do, and ever flourish, When I fhall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the Kingdom! Patience, is that letter, I caus'd you write, yet fent away? Pat. No, Madam. $ Cath. Cath. Sir, I must humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the King. Cap. Moft willing, Madam. Cath. In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chafte loves, his young daughter; (The dews of heav'n fall thick in bleffings on her!) Befeeching him to give her virtuous Breeding, (She's young, and of a noble modeft nature; I hope, fhe will deferve well) and a little To love her for her mother's fake, that lov'd him, A right good husband, let him be a noble : If heav'n had pleas'd to've giv'n me longer life These are the whole contents. And, good my lord, As you wifh chriftian peace to fouls departed, Stand thefe poor people's friend, and urge the King To do me this laft right. Cap. By heav'n, I will; Or let me lofe the fashion of a man! Cath. I thank you, honeft lord. Remember me In all humility unto his Highness; And tell him, his long trouble now is paffing VOL. V. When I'm dead, good wench, Let know Let me be us'd with honour; ftrew me over [Exeunt, leading Catharine. ACT V. SCENE I. Before the PALACE. Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. Gard. TT's one o'clock, boy, is't not? I' Boy. It hath ftruck. Gard. These fhould be hours for neceffities, Not for delights; times, to repair our nature With comforting repofe, and not for us To wafte these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas; Whither fo late? Lov. Came you from the King, my lord? Gard. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at Primere With the Duke of Suffolk. Lov. I muft to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. Gard. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell; what's the matter? It seems, you are in hafte: And if there be No great offence belongs to't, give your friend Some touch of your late buftaefs. Affairs, that walk (As they fay, fpirits do,) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That fecks dispatch by day. Lov. My lord, I love you: And durft commend a fecret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The Queen's in labour, 1. In them a wilder nature- -] Wild, for uncommon. They They fay, in great extremity; 'tis fear'd, Gard. The fruit fhe goes with I pray for heartily, that it may 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, Gard. But, Sir, Sir Hear me, Sir Thomas-You're a gentleman Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i'th' kingdom; as for Cromwell, Gard. Yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I my self have ventur'd (Sir, I may tell it you,) I think, I have Incens'd the lords o'th' Council, that he is (For fo I know he is, they know he is) A most arch heretick, a peftilence That does infect the land; with which they mov'd, Giv'n ear to our complaint, of his great Grace And princely care, foreseeing thofe fell mifchiefs 2 Stands in the gap and TRADE for more preferments.] We should read TREAD, i. e, road, He He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas, Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I reft your Ser vant. SCENE II. [Exit Lovell. King. Changes to an Apartment in the Palace. C Enter King and Suffolk. HARLES, I will play no more to night; me. you you are too hard for Suf. Sir, I did never win of before. Nor fhall not, when my fancy's on my play. Re-enter Lovell, Now, Lovell, from the Queen what is the news? King. What fay't thou! ha! To pray for her! what! is fhe crying out? Lov. So faid her woman, and that her fuff'rance made Almoft each pang a death. King, Alas, good lady! Suf. God fafely quit her of her burthen, and With gentle travel, to the gladding of Your Highness with an heir! King. 'Tis midnight, Charles ; Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember Suf. |