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That I gainsay my deed, how may he wound,
And worthily, my falsehood! yea, as much
As you have done my truth. If he know
That I am free of your report, he knows
I am not of

your wrong. Therefore in him 100

It lies to cure me; and the cure is to

Remove these thoughts from you: the which before
His highness shall speak in, I do beseech

You, gracious madam, to unthink your speaking,
And to say so no more.

Q. Kath.

My lord, my lord,
I am a simple woman, much too weak
To oppose your cunning.


You're meek and humble

You sign your place and calling, in full seeming,
With meekness and humility; but your heart
Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride, 110
You have, by fortune and his highness' favours,
Gone slightly o'er low steps, and now are mounted
Where powers are your retainers, and your words,
Domestics to you, serve your will as 't please

pronounce their office. I must tell you,
You tender more your person's honour than
Your high profession spiritual; that again
I do refuse you for my judge, and here,


Before you all, appeal unto the pope,

To bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness,
And to be judged by him.


[She curtsies to the King, and offers to depart.
The queen is obstinate,

Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and
Disdainful to be tried by 't: 'tis not well.
She's going away.

King. Call her again.

Crier. Katharine Queen of England, come into the court. Gent. Ush. Madam, you are call'd back.

Q. Kath. What need you note it? pray you, keep your



When you are call'd, return.

Now the Lord help! They vex me past my patience. Pray you, pass on :

I will not tarry, no, nor ever more

Upon this business my appearance make

In any of their courts.


[Exeunt Queen, and her Attendants.
Go thy ways, Kate:

That man i' the world who shall report he has
A better wife, let him in nought be trusted,
For speaking false in that: thou art, alone,
If thy rare qualities, sweet gentleness,
Thy meekness saint-like, wife-like government,



Obeying in commanding, and thy parts

Sovereign and pious else, could speak thee out, 140

The queen of earthly queens.
And like her true nobility she has
Carried herself towards me.

She's noble born,

Most gracious sir,

In humblest manner I require your highness,
That it shall please you to declare in hearing
Of all these ears-for where I am robb'd and bound,
There must I be unloosed, although not there
At once and fully satisfied whether ever I
Did broach this business to your highness, or
Laid any scruple in your way which might
Induce you to the question on 't? or ever
Have to you, but with thanks to God for such


A royal lady, spake one the least word that might
Be to the prejudice of her present state

Or touch of her good person?

My lord cardinal,
I do excuse you; yea, upon mine honour,
I free you from 't. You are not to be taught
That you have many enemies that know not
Why they are so, but, like to village curs,
Bark when their fellows do: by some of these 160
The queen is put in anger. You're excused:

But will you be more justified? you ever
Have wish'd the sleeping of this business, never

It to be stirr'd, but oft have hinder'd, oft,
The passages made toward it: on my honour,
I speak my good lord cardinal to this point,
And thus far clear him. Now, what moved me to 't,
I will be bold with time and your attention:
Then mark the inducement.

heed to 't:

Thus it came; give

My conscience first received a tenderness,
Scruple, and prick, on certain speeches utter'd


By the Bishop of Bayonne, then French ambassador ;
Who had been hither sent on the debating
A marriage 'twixt the Duke of Orleans and

Our daughter Mary: i' the progress of this business,
Ere a determinate resolution, he,

I mean the bishop, did require a respite,
Wherein he might the king his lord advertise
Whether our daughter were legitimate,

Respecting this our marriage with the dowager, 180
Sometimes our brother's wife. This respite shook
The bosom of my conscience, enter'd me,

Yea, with a splitting power, and made to tremble The region of my breast; which forced such way

That many mazed considerings did throng

And press'd in with this caution. First, methought
I stood not in the smile of heaven, who had
Commanded nature that my lady's womb,
If it conceived a male-child by me, should
Do no more offices of life to 't than


The grave does to the dead; for her male issue
Or died where they were made, or shortly after
This world had air'd them: hence I took a thought,
This was a judgement on me, that my kingdom,
Well worthy the best heir o' the world, should not
Be gladded in 't by me; then follows that
I weigh'd the danger which my realms stood in
By this my issue's fail; and that gave to me
Many a groaning throe. Thus hulling in
The wild sea of my conscience, I did steer
Toward this remedy whereupon we are
Now present here together; that's to say,
I meant to rectify my conscience, which
I then did feel full sick and yet not well,
By all the reverend fathers of the land
And doctors learn'd. First I began in private
With you, my Lord of Lincoln; you remember
How under my oppression I did reek,

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