I am not of your wrong. Therefore in him Remove these thoughts from you: The which before You, gracious madam, to unthink your speaking, Q. Kath. My lord, my lord, I am a simple woman, much too weak To oppose your cunning. You are meek, and hum, ble-mouth'd; You sign your place and calling, in full seeming*, [She curt'sies to the King, and offers to depart. Cam. The queen is obstinate, Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and Disdainful to be try'd by it; 'tis not well. She's going away. K. Hen. Call her again. Crier. Katharine queen of England, come into the court. Grif. Madam, you are call'd back. Q. Kath. What need you note it? pray you, keep your way: 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, Griffith, and her other attendants. K. Hen. Go thy ways, Kate: That man i'the world, who shall report he has A better wife, let him in nought be trusted, Carried herself towards me. !Wol. Most gracious sir, In humblest manner I require your highness, Or touch of her good person? K. Hen.... + 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 The queen is put in anger. You are excus'd: But will you be more justified? you ever Have wish'd the sleeping of this business; never Desir'd it to be stirr'd; but oft have hinder'd; oft *Speak out thy merits. + Immediately satisfied, The passages made* toward it:-on my honour, My conscience first received a tenderness, 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, Sometimes our brother's wife. This respite shook The bosom of my couscience, enter'd me, Yea, with a splitting power, and made to tremble Aud press'd in with this caution. First, methought, The grave does to the dead: for her male issue * Closed or fastened. Floating without guidance. Toward this remedy, whereupon we are When I first mov'd you. Lin. Very well, my liege. K. Hen. I have spoke long; be pleas'd yourself to say How far you satisfied me. Lin. So please your highness, The question did at first so stagger me,Bearing a state of mighty moment in't, And consequence of dread,-that I committed The daring'st counsel which I had, to doubt; And did entreat your highness to this course, Which you are running here. K. Hen. Under your hands and seals. Therefore, go on: To wear our mortal state to come, with her, Cam. So please your highness, The queen being abseut, 'tis a needful fitness Waste, or wear away. + Without compare. Meanwhile must be an earnest motion Made to the queen, to call back her appeal K. Hen. [They rise to depart. I may perceive, [Aside. These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor [Exeunt, in manner as they entered. ACT III. SCENE I. Palace at Bridewell. A room in the Queen's apartment. The Queen, and some of her Women, at work. Q. Kath. Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles; Sing, and disperse them, if thou canst: leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, An apostrophe to the absent bishop. |