You should be lord ambassador from the em peror, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. 110 Cap. Madam, the same; your servant. Kath. O, my lord, But, I pray The times and titles now are alter'd strangely 'you, What is your pleasure with me? Cap. Noble lady, 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: 120 That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me; Cap. prayers. How does his highness? Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor Pat. name Banish'd the kingdom! Patience, is that letter, 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. 130 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 Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding— To love her for her mother's sake, that loved Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor pe- Is that his noble grace would have some pity 140 A rich good husband, let him be a noble: The last is, for my men; they are the poorest, And able means, we had not parted thus. 146. "let him be a noble"; even if he should be.-H. N. H. 151 These are the whole contents: and, good my lord, By that you love the dearest in this world, As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king To do me this last right. Cap. By heaven, I will, Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me 160 Say his long trouble now is passing Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him, For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Fare- My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience, Let me be used with honor: strew me over I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, 170 I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Katharine. XXIV-9 129 ACT FIFTH SCENE I 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? Boy. Not for delights; times to repair our nature To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Whither so late? 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: an if there be 10 No great offense belongs to 't, give your friend 3. "not for delights"; Gardiner himself is not much delighted. The delights at which he hints seem to be the king's diversions, which keep him in attendance.-H. N. H. Some touch of your late business: affairs that walk, As they say spirits do, at midnight, have In them a wilder nature than the business Lov. My lord, I love you; Gar. in labor, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd She 'll with the labor end. 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 Gar. But, sir, sir, Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell, Beside that of the jewel house, is made master 34. "is"; Theobald, "he's."-I. G. |