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Etery thing that heard him play,
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
Fall asleep, or, heuring, die.
Enter a Gentleman,
Q. Kath. How now?
Would they speak with me? Gent. They will'd me say so, madam. Q. Kath.
Pray their graces To come near. [Erit Gent.) What can be their bu
siness With me, a poor weak woman, fallen from favour? I do not like their coming, now I think on't. They shouldbe good men; their affairst are right
eous: 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;
There's nothing I have done get, omy conscience,
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, sus
picious; Pray, speak in English: here are some will thank
you, If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake; Believe me, she has had much wrong: Lord cardi.
Most bonour'd madam,
Offers, as I do, in a sigv of peace,
To betray me. [Aside.
these fears; Your hopes and friends are infinite. Q. Kath.
In England, But little for my profit: Can you think, lords, That any Englishmau dare give me counsel ? Or be a known friend, 'gainst his bighness' 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,
I would, your grace Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel. Q. Kath.
How, sir? Cam. Put your main cause into the king's pro
He tells you rightly.
Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my
Your rage mistakes us. Q. Kath. The more shame for ye; holy men I
ye; Take heed, for Heaven's sake take heed, lest at once The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye.
Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction; You turn the good we offer into envy.
Q. Kath. Ye lurn me into nothing: Woe upon ye, And all such false professsor! Would ye bave 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? Alas! he has banish'd me his bed already; Ilis love, too loug ago: I am old, my lords, And all the fellowship I kold now with him Is only my obedience. What can happen To me, above this wretehedpess! all your studies Make me a curse like this. Cum.
Your fears are worse. Q. Kath. Have I liv'd thus long-(let me speak
myself, Since virtue finds no friends),-a wife, a true one ? A woman (I dare say, without vain-glory), Never get branded with suspiciou? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him?
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him*?
One that ne'er dreamı'd a joy beyond his pleasure; h. And to that woman, when she has done most, Yet will I add an honour,- a great patieuce.
Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.
'Pray, hear me.
Alas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes ? ?)
[To her Women.
If your grace
* Served him with superstitious attention.