She is young, and of a noble modest nature; To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, A right good husband, let him be a noble ; If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, Capucius. By heaven, I will, Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Katherine. I thank you, honest lord. In all humility unto his highness; 140 150 Remember me 160 Out of this world; tell him in death I bless'd him, My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience, You must not leave me yet: I must to bed; Call in more women.-When I am dead, good wench, With maiden flowers, that all the world may know 170 [Exeunt, leading Katherine SCENE I. A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him. Gardiner. It's one o'clock, boy, is 't not? It hath struck Boy. To waste these times. Enter SIR THOMAS LOVEll. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas, Whither so late? Came you from the king, my lord? Lovell. Gardiner. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero. With the Duke of Suffolk. Lovell. I must to him too, What's the mat Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. ter? It seems you are in haste; an if there be Affairs that walk As they say spirits do—at midnight have That seeks dispatch by day. Lovell. My lord, I love you, And durst commend a secret to your ear, Much weightier than this work. The queen 's in labour, She'll with the labour end. Gardiner. The fruit she goes with 20 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. Lovell. Methinks I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Gardiner. But, sir, sir, Hear me, Sir Thomas: you 're a gentleman 'T will not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take 't of me, 30 Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she, Lovell. Now, sir, you speak of two Gardiner. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare, and I myself have ventur’d To speak my mind of him; and, indeed, this day- 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 mov'd He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas, I hinder you too long; good night, Sir Thomas. Lovell. Many good nights, my lord. I rest your servant. [Exeunt Gardiner and Page. As LOVELL is going out, enter the King and the DUKE OF SUFFOLK. King Henry. Charles, I will play no more to-night: My mind 's not on 't; you are too hard for me. Suffolk. Sir, I did never win of you before. |