Is this your christian counsel? out upon ye! Cam. Your rage mistakes us. Q. Kath. The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye, Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues; The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady? I have more charity: but say, I warn'd ye; Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction : Q. Kath. Ye turn me into nothing. Woe upon ye, And all such false professors! Would ye have me (If you have any justice, any pity; If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits) Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me? Q. Kath. Have I lived thus long (let me speak myself, Since virtue finds no friends) a wife, a true one? A woman (I dare say, without vain glory) Have I with all my full affections Still met the king? loved him next heaven? obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?1 Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty, To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to: nothing but death Wol. Pray, hear me. Q. Kath. Would I had never trod this English earth, Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it! Ye have angels' faces, but Heaven knows your hearts. 1 Served him with superstitious attention. What will become of me now, wretched lady? If your grace Wol. Could but be brought to know our ends are honest, You'd feel more comfort. Why should we, good lady, Upon what cause, wrong you? alas! our places, We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow them. Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage. So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits, Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and ser vants. Cam. Madam, you'll find it so. virtues You wrong your With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, yours was put into you, ever casts As |