Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, He could not sit his mule. Kath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking His promises were, as he then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing. The clergy ill example. Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now? Kath. I were malicious else. Grif. Yes, good Griffith; This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, mer. And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting, age Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. Kath. After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!- Sad and solemn musick. Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her;-Softly, gentle Patience. The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after ano ther, six personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend court'sies; then the two, that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The musick continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Kath. It is not you I call for: None, madam. Saw ye none enter, since I slept? Grif. Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Assuredly. Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams. Possess your fancy. Kath. Bid the musick leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? How long her face is drawn? [Musick ceases. Do you note, How pale she looks, you her eyes? Heaven comfort her! Enter a Messenger. And of an earthy cold? Mark Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Pat. Mess. An't like your grace,— Kath. You are a saucy fellow: H Deserve we no more reverence? You are to blame, Grif. Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow Let me ne'er see again. [Exeunt Griffith and Messenger. Re-enter Griffith with Capucius. If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. Kath. The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely O my lord, First, mine own service to your grace; the next, And heartily entreats you take good comfort. Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution: |