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She intends unto his holiness.
[They rise to depart. K. Hen.
I may perceive, [Aside. These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor This dilatory sloth, and tricks of Rome. My learn'd and well-beloved servant, Cranmer, Pr’ythee return! with thy approach, I know, My comfort comes along. Break up the court: I say, set on [Exeunt, in manner as they enter'd,
The Queen, and some of her Women, at work. Q. Kath. Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows
sad with troubles; Sing, and disperse them, if thou canst: leave work
Bow themselves, when he did sing:
There had made a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Enter a Gentleman. Q. Kath. How now? Gent. An't please your grace, the two great car
Wait in the presence.
Would they speak with me?
Pray their graces To come near. [Exit Gent.] What can be their
business With me, a poor weak woman, fallen from favour? I do not like their coming, now I think on't. They should be good men; their affairs as righteous: But all hoods make not monks.
Enter Wolsey and Campeius. Wol.
Peace to your highness ! Q. Kath. Your graces find me here part of a
Speak it here;
actions Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw them, Envy and base opinion set against them, I know my life so even: If your business Seek me out, and that way I am wife in, Out with it boldly; Truth loves open dealing.
Wol. Tanta est ergà te mentis integritas, regina
serenissima, Q. Kath. O, good my lord, no Latin; I am not such a truant since my coming, As not to know the language I have liv'd in: A strange tongue makes my cause more strange,
suspicious; Pray, speak in English: here are some will thank
you speak truth, for their poor mistress’ sake; Believe me, she has had much wrong: Lord car
you stand minded in the weighty difference Between the king and you; and to deliver, Like free and honest men, our just opinions, And comforts to your cause. Cam.
Most honour'd madam, My lord of York,-out of his noble nature, Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace; Forgetting, like a good man, your late censure Both of his truth and him, (which was too far,) Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace,
His service and his counsel.
To betray me. [Aside. My lords, I thank you both for your good wills, Ye speak like honest men, (pray God, ye prove
so!) But how to make ye suddenly an answer, In such a point of weight, so near mine honour, (More near my life, I fear,) with my weak wit, And to such men of gravity and learning, In truth, I know not. I was set at work Among my maids; full little, God knows, looking Either for such men, or such business. For her sake that I have been, (for I feel The last fit of my greatness,) good your graces, Let me have time, and counsel, for my cause; Alas! I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with
these fears; Your hopes and friends are infinite. Q. Kath.
In England, But little for my profit: Can you think, lords, That any Englishman dare give me counsel? Or be a known friend, 'gainst his highness' pleasure, (Though he be grown so desperate to be honest,) And live a subject? Nay, forsooth, my friends, They that must weigh out my afflictions, They that my trust must grow to, live not here; They are, as all my other comforts, far hence, In mine own country, lords. Cam.
I would, your grace Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel. Q. Kath.