Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king. Cap. Most willing, madam. 131 136 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,— She is young, and of a noble modest nature, I hope she will deserve well,—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: Of which there is not one, I dare avow,And now I should not lie,-but will deserve, For virtue, and true beauty of the soul, For honesty and decent carriage, A right good husband, let him be a noble; 140 144 And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em. 148 But poverty could never draw 'em from me; If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life Cap. By heaven, I will, 133 model: memorial his young daughter: Mary Tudor 142 both my fortunes: prosperity and adversity 152 156 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 160 163 167 Out of this world. Tell him, in death I bless'd him, 172 Exeunt, leading Katharine. ACT FIFTH Scene One [London. A Gallery in the Palace] Enter Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, a 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. With comforting repose, and not for us To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas! Whither so late? 160 fashion: shape Act Fifth; cf. n. Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Gar. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at primero With the Duke of Suffolk. Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. Gar. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter? It seems you are in haste: and if there be No great offence belongs to 't, give your friend Some touch of your late business. Affairs, that walkAs they say spirits do—at midnight, have In them a wilder nature than the business That seeks dispatch by day. Lov. 12 My lord, I love you, 16 And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd She'll with the labour end. Gar. 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. Lov. Methinks I could 24 Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says But, sir, sir, Gar. 7 primero: a game of cards 19 fear'd: it is feared 28 13 uch: hint late: i.e. nocturnal 28 vay: way of thinking Sleep in their graves. Lov. Gar. That does infect the land: with which they mov'd 36 40 44 48 He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas, 52 I hinder you too long: good-night, Sir Thomas! ant. Enter King and Suffolk. King. Charles, I will play no more to-night; My mind's not on 't; you are too hard for me. 34 that: the mastership; cf. IV. i. III is: he is 36 gap and trade: the opening and track by which preferments come 43 Incens'd: impressed upon 46 with which they mov'd: moved by which they 47 broken with: communicated with 56 52 convented: summoned Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. Nor shall not when my fancy's on my play. 60 Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news? King. 64 What sayst thou? Ha? To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. King. Alas! good lady. Suf. God safely quit her of her burthen, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! 68 'Tis midnight, Charles; 72 King. Would not be friendly to. Suf. A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. King. I wish your highness 76 Charles, good-night. Exit Suffolk. Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Well, sir, what follows? Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, 80 As you commanded me. 74 estate: condition |