QUEEN KATHERINE. Griffith. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her;-Softly, gentle Patience. Katherine. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Katherine. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun? They promis'd me eternal happiness; And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel I am not worthy yet to wear. I shall, Assuredly. Griffith. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? Patience. Heaven comfort her! I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, KING HENRY VIII.- Act IV. Scene II. |