And heartily entreats you take good comfort. Kath, O my good lord, that comfort comes too late ; "Tis like a pardon after execution: That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter, I caus'd you write, yet sent away ? Pat. No, madam. [Giving it to Katharine. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king. Cap. Most willing, madam. Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness A right good husband, let him be a noble ; If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, These are the whole contents :-And, good my lord, Cup. By heaven. I will; Remember me Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him, [Exeunt, leading KATHARINE. ACT V. SCENE I.—A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights;7 times to repair 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? It seems, your are in haste: an if there be No great offence belongs to't, give your friend Some touch of your late business :9 Affairs, that walk (As, they say, spirits do) at midnight, have [7] Gardiner himself is not much delighted. The delight at which he hints, seems to be the king's diversion, which keeps him in attendance. JOHNSON. [8] Primero and Primavista, two games at cards, H. I. Primera, Primavista. La Primiere, G. Prime, f. Prime veue. Primum, et primum visum, that is, first, and first seen: because he that can show such an order of cards first, wins the game. GREY [9] Some hint of the business that keeps you awake so late. JOHNSON. In them a wilder nature, than the business Lov. My lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour, Gar. The fruit she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may find Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says Gar. But, sir, sir, Hear me, sir Thomas : -You are a gentleman Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious; And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,- Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i'th' kingdom. As for Cromwell,- Gar. Yes, yes, sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is, That does infect the land with which they moved, Mine own opinion in religion. JOHNSON. JOHNSON. JOHNSON. Tomorrow morning to the council-board 4 He be convented. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas, [Exeunt GARDINER and Page. Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your servant. As LOVELL is going out, enter the King, and the Duke of SUFFOLK, K. Hen. 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. K. Hen. But little, Charles; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.- K. Hen. What say'st thou ? ha! To pray for her! what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. K. Hen. Alas, good lady! Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles, Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember Will not be friendly to.. Suf. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. K. Hen. Charles, good night. Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY Well, sir, what follows? [Exit SUFFOLK Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, As you commanded me. K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury? Den. Ay, my good lord. K. Hen. 'Tis true: Where is he, Denny? Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. ♦ Convented is summoned, convened. STEEVENS. K. Hen. Bring him to us. [Exit DENNY. [Aside. Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake ; I am happily come hither. Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. K. Hen. Avoid the gallery. [LOVELL seems to stay. Ha! I have said.-Begone. What! [Exeunt LovEll and Denny. Cran. I am fearful :-Wherefore frowns he thus ? 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. K. Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire to know Wherefore I sent for you. Cran. It is my duty, To attend your highness' pleasure. K. Hen. 'Pray you, arise, My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. Come, you and I must walk a turn together; I have news to tell you; Come, come, give me your hand I have, and most unwillingly, of late Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us, Would come against you. Cran. I humbly thank your highness; And am right glad to catch this good occasion Most thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury; In us, thy friend Give me thy hand, stand up; What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd [5] You being one of the council, it is necessary to imprison you, that the witpesses against you may not be deterred. JOHNSON. |