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, 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 physic, given in time, had cured 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 florish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter, I caused you write, yet sent away Pa. ? 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 daugh ter: 1 The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!- To love her for her mother's sake, that loved him, A right good husband, let him be a noble ; The last is, for my men ;-they are the poorest, If Heaven had pleased to have given me longer life 1 Afterwards Queen Mary I. And able means, we had not parted thus. 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, wench, women. When I am dead, good Let me be used with honor; strew me over I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Katharine. ACT V. SCENE 1. A gallery in the palace. Enter GARDINER, bishop of Winchester, PAGE with a torch before him, met by SIR THOMAS LOVELL. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is 't not? It hath struck. Boy. To waste these times. Good hour of night, sir Thomas! Whither so late? Lov. 1 Came you from the king, my lord? Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero 1 With the duke of Suffolk. It seems, you are in haste; an if there be No great offence belongs to 't, give your friend Some touch of your late business. Affairs, that walk 1 A fashionable game at cards in our author's time. (As, they say, spirits do) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That seeks despatch by day. Lov. My lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labor, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, She 'll with the labor end. I Gar. The fruit, she goes with, 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 She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Gar. Hear me, sir Thomas. But, sir, sir. You are a gentleman Of mine own way: I know you wise, religious; And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,— Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Crom well, Beside that of the jewel-house, he 's made master O' the rolls, and the king's secretary; farther, sir, |