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This is strange to me.
Old L. How tastes it? is it bitter? forty pence, no.
There was a lady once ('tis an old story),
That would not be a queen, that would she not,
For all the mud in Egypt:-Have you heard it?

Anne. Come, you are pleasant.
Old L.

With your theme, I could O'ermount the lark. The marchioness of Pedi.

broke !
A thousand pounds a year! for pure respect;
No other obligation: By my life,
That promises more thousands: Honour's train
Is longer than his foreskirt. By this time,
I know, your back will bear a duchess ;-Say,
Are you not stronger than you were?

Good lady,
Make yourself mirth with your particular fancy,
And leave me out on't. 'Would I had no being,
If this salute my blood a jot; it faints me, .
To think what follows.
The queen is comfortless, and we forgetful
Io our long absence: Pray, do not deliver
What here you have heard, to'her.
Old L.

What do you think me?



A Hall in Black-friars.

Trumpets, sennet*, and cornets. Enter two Ver.

gers, with short silver wands; next them, two Scribes, in the habits of doctors; after them, the Archbishop of Canterbury alone; after him, the Bishops of Lincoln, Ely, Rochester, and Saint Asaph; next them, with some small distance, follows a Gentleman bearing the purse, with the great seal, and a cardinals hat; then two Priests, bearing each a silver cross; then a Gentleman Usher bare-headed, accompanied with a Serjeant at Arms, bearing a silver mace; then two Gentlemen, bearing two great siloer pillars t; after them, side by side, the two Car. dinals, Wolsey and Campeius; two Noblemen with the sword and mace. Then enter the King and Queen, and their trains. The King takes place under the cloth of state; the two Cardi. nals sit under him as judges. The Queen takes place at some distance from the King. The Bishops place themselves on each side the court, in manner of a consistory; between them, the Scribes. The Lords sit next the Bishops. The Crier and the rest of the Attendants stand in convenient order about the stage.

Wol. Whilst our commission from Rome is read, Let silence be commanded. K. Hen.

What's the need? It hath already publickly been read,

* Flourish on cornets.
+ Epsigus of dignity carried before cardinals.

And on all sides the authority allow'd :
You may then spare that time.

Be't so :-Proceed. Scribe. Say, Henry king of England, come into

the court. Crier. Henry king of England, &c. K. Hen. Here. Scribe. Say, Katharine queen of England, come

into court. Crier. Katharine queen of England, &c.

[The Queen makes no answer, rises out of her

chair, goes about the court, comes to the King, and kneels at his feet; then speaks.]

Q. Kath. Sir, I desire you, do me right and jus.

tice; And to bestow your pity on me: for I am a most poor woman, and a stranger, Born out of your dominions; having here No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir, In what have I offended you? what cause Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure, That thus you should proceed to put me off, And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness, I have been to you a true and humble wife, At all times to your will conformable: Ever is fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, subject to your countenance; glad, or sorry, As I saw it inclin'd. When was the hour, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too? Or which of your friends Have I not strove to love, although I knew He were mine enemy? what friend of mine That had to him deriv'd your anger; did I Continue in my liking? nay, gave notice He was from thence discharg'd? Sir, call to mind

That I have been your wife, in this obedience,
Upward of twenty years, and have been blest
With many children by you: If, in the course
And process of this time, you can report
And prove it too, against mine honour aught,
My bond to wedlock, or my love and duty,
Against your sacred person, in God's name,
Turn me away; and let the foul'st contempt
Shut door upon me, and so give me up
To the sharpest kind of justice. Please you, sir,
The king, your father, was reputed for
A prince most prudent, of an excellent
And unmatch'd wit and judgement: Ferdinand,
My father, king of Spain, was reckon'd one
The wisest prince, that there had reign’d by many
A year before: It is not to be question'd
That they had gather'd a wise council to them
Of every realm, that did debate this business,
Who deem'd our marriage lawful: Wherefore I hum.

Beseech you, sir, to spare me, til I may
Be by my friends in Spaip advis’d; whose counsel
I will implore: if not, i'the name of God,
Your pleasure be fulfill'd!

You have here, lady, (And of your choice), these reverend fathers; men Of singular integrity and learning, Yea, the elect of the land, who are assembled To plead your cause: It shall be therefore bootless That longer you desire the court; as well For your own quiet, as to rectify What is unsettled in the king.

Cam. Hath spoken well, and justly: Therefore, madam, It's fit this royal session do proceed; And that, without delay, their arguments Be now produc'd, and heard.

His grace

# Useless.

Q. Kath.

Lord cardinal,
To you I speak.

Your pleasure, madam?
Q. Kath.

Sir, I am about to weep; but thinking that We are a queen, (or long have dream'd so,) certain, The daughter of a kivg, my drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire. Wol.

Be patient yet. Q. Kath. I will, when you are humble; nay, before, Or God will punish me. I do believe, Induc'd by potent circumstances, that You are mine enemy; and make my challenge, You shall not be my judge: for it is you Have blown this coal betwixt my lord and me, Which God's dew quench!—Therefore, I say again, I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul, Refuse you for my judge; whom, yet once more, I hold my most malicious foe, and think not At all a friend to truth. Wol.

I do profess You speak not like yourself; who ever yet Have stood to charity, and display'd the effects Of disposition gentle, and of wisdom O'er topping woman's power. Madam, you do mo

wrong: I have no spleen against you; nor injustice For you, or any: bow far I have proceeded, Or how far further shall, is warranted By a commission from the consistory, Yea, the whole consistory of Rome. You charge me, That I have blown this coal: I do deny it: The king is present: if it be known to him, That I gainsay* my deed, how may he wound, And worthily, my falsehood? yea, as much As you have done my truth. But if he know, That I am free of your report, he knows,

* Deny.

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