As not to know the language I have lived in : A strange tongue makes my cause more strangesuspicious; 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 Cardinal, The willing'st sin I ever yet committed May be absolved in English. Wol. Noble lady, I am sorry, my integrity should breed And service to his Majesty and you— To taint that honour every good tongue blesses, You have too much, good lady; but to know Cam. Most honoured madam, My Lord of York, out of his noble nature, 114 KING HENRY VIIL Both of his truth and him, which was too far,- His service and his counsel. Q. Kath. [Aside.] To betray me.— My lords, I thank you both for your good wills, so! But how to make ye suddenly an answer, In such a point of weight, so near mine honour,— In truth, I know not. I was set at work Among my maids; full little, God knows, looking For her sake that I have been, for I feel Alas, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. Wol. Madam, you wrong the King's love with these fears: Your hopes and friends are infinite. Q. Kath. In England But little for my profit. Can you think, lords, That any Englishman dare give me counsel? dainst his highness' plea Though he be grown so desperate to be honest,— They that my trust must grow to, live not here: Cam. 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 tection; He's loving, and most gracious. 'T will be much Both for your honour better, and your cause: For if the trial of the law o'ertake ye, You'll part away disgraced. Wol. He tells you rightly. Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both,— Is this my ruin. your Christian counsel? out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a Judge That no King can corrupt. Cam. Your rage mistakes us Q. Kath. The more shame for ye! holy men I thought ye, Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues; But cardinal sins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye. Mend them, for shame, my lords. comfort? Is this your The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady? I have more charity; but say, I warned ye: Take heed, for Heaven's sake, take heed, lest at once The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye. ye, Woe upon And all such false professors! Would you have me If you have any justice, any pity, If ye be anything but churchmen's habits Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me? Alas, he has banished me his bed already; Cam. Your fears are worse. Q. Kath. Have I lived 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 yet branded with suspicion ? Have I with all my full affections Still met the King? loved him next Heaven } obeyed him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him? Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty, To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to: nothing but death Shall e'er divorce my dignities. Wol. 'Pray, hear me. Q. Kath. 'Would I had never trod this English earth, Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it! |