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I hope she will deserve well — and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that loved 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:
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
And now I should not lie — but will deserve,
For virtue and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty and decent carriage,
A right good husband, let him be a noble:
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em.
The last is, for my men; they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw 'em from me;
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
And something over to remember me by:
If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life
And able means, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents: 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,
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

KATH. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
In all humility unto his highness :
Say his long trouble now is passing

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Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him,
For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,
You must not leave me yet: I must to bed;
Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,
Let me be used with honour: strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me,
Then lay me forth; although unqueen’d, yet like
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more.

[Exeunt, leading Katharine.

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Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch

before him, met by SIR THOMAS LOVELL GARDINER

PET'S ONE O'CLOCK, BOY, is 't not?

Boy. It hath struck.

GAR. These should be hours for necessities,

Not for delights; times to repair
I

our nature
With comforting repose, and not
for us
To waste these times. Good
hour of night, Sir Thomas !
Whither so late?
Lov.

Came you from

the king, my lord ? GAR. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at primero With the Duke of Suffolk.

Lov.

I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. GAR. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What 's the matter?

10 It seems you are in haste: an if there be No great offence belongs to 't, give your friend Some touch of your late business : affairs that walk, As they say spirits do, at midnight, have In them a wilder nature than the business That seeks dispatch by day. Lov.

My lord, I love you;
And durst commend a secret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The queen 's in labour,
They say, in great extremity; and fear'd
She'll with the labour end.
GAR.

The fruit she goes with
I pray for heartily, that it may find
Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir Thomas,
I wish it grubb’d up now.
Lov.

Methinks I could
Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says
She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does
Deserve our better wishes.
GAR.

But, sir, sir,
Hear me, Sir Thomas: you're a gentleman
Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,
13 Some touch ... business) Some hint of the business that keeps you

up so late. 21-22 it may find Good time) it may enjoy safe delivery. 28 way) religious persuasion.

'T will not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take 't of me,
Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.
Lov.

Now, sir, you speak of two
The most remark'd i the kingdom. As for Cromwell,
Beside that of the jewel house, is made master
O'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
Stands in the gap and trade of moe preferments,
With which the time will load him. The archbishop
Is the king's hand and tongue; and who dare speak
One syllable against him ?
GAR.

Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
There are that dare; and I myself have ventured
To speak my mind of him: and indeed this day,
Sir, I may tell it you, I think I have
Incensed the lords o' the council that he is —
For so I know he is, they know he is
A most arch-heretic, a pestilence
That does infect the land : with which they moved
Have broken with the king; who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint, of his great grace
And princely care foreseeing those fell mischiefs
Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded
To-morrow morning to the council-board

33 remark'd] noted, prominent. 36 in the gap and trade) the open road, the beaten track; “trade”

often means “ a trodden path." 43 Incensed ... that he is) Roused the lords of the council by suggest

ing that he is. Cf. Much Ado, V, i, 223: “incensed me to slander

the lady Hero." 47 broken with) broken silence with, informed.