Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter ;-
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!-
Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding;
And a little

To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long
Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully:
The last is, for my men;-they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw them from me :-
And, good my lord,

By that you love the dearest in this world,
As you wish christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.

Cap. By heaven, I will.

Kath. I thank you, honest lord. -Remember me

In all humility unto his highness :

Say, his long trouble now is passing

Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him,
For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell,

My lord.

When I am dead,

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[CAPUCIUS kneels, and kisses her hand.

Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over

With maiden flowers, that all the world may know

I was a chaste wife to my grave :

Although unqueen'd, inter me like a queen,

And pay respect to that which I have been.

[Exeunt, leading KATHARINE,

AND OF ACT IV.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

A Gallery in the Palace.

Enter the King, and SUFFOLK.

King. CHARLES, I will play no more to-night;
My mind's not on 't, you are too hard for me.
Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.
King. But little, Charles;

Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.-
Enter LOVEL.

Now, Lovel, from the queen what is the news?
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message, who return'd her thanks
In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness
Most heartily to pray for her.

King. What say'st thou? ha!

To pray for her? what, is she crying out?

Lov. So said her woman.

King. Alas, good lady!

Suf. Heaven safely quit her of her burden, and

With gentle travel, to the gladding of

Your highness with an heir!

King. 'T is midnight, Charles;

Pr'ythee to bed; and in thy prayers remember

The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone;

For I must think of that, which company

Would not be friendly to.

Suf. I wish your highness

A quiet night, and my good mistress will

Remember in my prayers.

King. Charles, good night.

[Exit SUFFOLK. Lov. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop,

As you commanded me.

King. Ha! Canterbury ?

Lov. Ay, my good lord.

King. "T is true: Where is he, Lovel?
Lov. He attends your highness' pleasure.

King. Bring him to us.

[Exit LOVEL.

Enter LoveL, and Archbishop CRANMER.

King. Avoid the gallery.

Ha! I have said.-Be gone.
What!-

[LOVEL seeming to stay.

[Exit LOVEL.

Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he thus ?

'T is his aspect of terror. All's not well.
King. How now, my lord? You do desire to know

Wherefore I sent for you.

Cran. It is my duty,

To attend your highness' pleasure.

King. 'Pray you, arise,

[Kneels.

My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.
Come, you and I must have some talk together:
Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
And am right sorry to repeat what follows:
I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,
Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd,
Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall
This morning come before us; where, I know,
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
But that, till further trial, you must take
Your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us,

It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness

Would come against you.

Cran. I humbly thank your highness;

[Kneels.

And am right glad to catch this good occasion
Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff

And corn shall fly asunder.

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King. Stand up, good Canterbury;

Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted
In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand up.-

Now, by my holy-dame,

What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd
You would have given me your petition, that
I should have ta'en some pains to bring together
Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you,
Without indurance, further.

Cran. Most dread liege,

The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty;
If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,

Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not,
Being of those virtues vacant.

King. Be of good cheer;

They shall no more prevail, than we give way to.
Keep comfort to you; and this morning see
You do appear before them: if they shall chance,
In charging you with matters, to commit you,
The best persuasions to the contrary

Fail not to use;

If entreaties

Will render you no remedy, this ring
Deliver them, and your appeal to us

There make before them. -Look, the good man weeps!

He's honest, on mine honour; and a soul

None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone,

And do as I have bid you.

He has strangled

His language in his tears.

[Exit CRANMER.

LOVEL, and Lady DENNY, without.

Lov. Come back; What mean you?

L. Den. I'll not come back; the tidings that I bring

Will make my boldness manners.

Enter Lady DENNY.

Now, good angels

Fly o'er thy royal head,

King. Now, by thy looks

I guess thy message. Is the queen deliver'd?

Say, ay; and of a boy.

L. Den. Ay, ay, my liege;

And of a lovely boy: Angels of heaven
Both now and ever bless her!-'t is a girl,
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen

Desires your visitation, and to be

Acquainted with this stranger; 'tis as like you,

As cherry is to cherry.

King. Lovel,

Lov. Sir.

Enter LOVEL.

King. Give her a hundred marks. I'll to the queen. [Exit the King,

L. Den. A hundred marks! By this light, I'll have

more:

An ordinary groom is for such payment.
I will have more, or scold it out of him.
Said I for this, the girl was like to him ?
I will have more, or else unsay't; and now,
While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

Before the Council-chamber.

Enter CRANMER.

Cran. I hope, I'm not too late; and yet the gen

tleman,

That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me

To make great haste. - All fast? what means this?

Hoa!

Who waits there?

Enter the Keeper of the Council-chamber.

Sure, you know me?

Keep. Yes, my lord;

But yet I cannot help you.

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