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The Life of King Henry the Eight. With all the choysest Musicke of the Kingdome, Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, And with the same full State pac'd backe againe To Yorke‑Place, where the Feast is held. 1
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Sir, You must no more call it Yorke‑place, that's past: For since the Cardinall fell, that Titles lost, 'Tis now the Kings, and call'd White‑Hall.
3 I know it:
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But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me.
2 What two Reuerend Byshops Were those that went on each side of the Queene? 3 Stokeley and Gardiner, the one of Winchester,
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Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary: The other London.
2 He of Winchester Is held no great good louer of the Archbishops, The vertuous Cranmer. 3
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All the Land knowes that: How euer, yet there is no great breach, when it comes Cranmer will finde a Friend will not shrinke from him.
2 Who may that be, I pray you. 3 Thomas Cromwell,
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A man in much esteeme with th'King, and truly A worthy Friend. The King ha's made him Master o'th'Iewell House, And one already of the Priuy Councell.
2 He will deserue more. 3
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Yes without all doubt. Come Gentlemen, ye shall go my way, Which is to'th Court, and there ye shall be my Guests: Something I can command. As I walke thither, Ile tell ye more.
Both.
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You may command vs Sir.
Exeunt.
Scena Secunda. [Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Katherine Dowager, sicke, lead betweene Griffith, her Gentleman Vsher, and Patience her Woman. Grif. How do's your Grace? Kath. O Griffith, sicke to death: My Legges like loaden Branches bow to'th'Earth, Willing to leaue their burthen: Reach a Chaire,
[2410]
So now (me thinkes) I feele a little ease. Did'st thou not tell me Griffith, as thou lead'st mee, That the great Childe of Honor, Cardinall Wolsey Was dead?
Grif. Yes Madam: but I thanke your Grace
[2415]
Out of the paine you suffer'd, gaue no eare too't.
Kath. Pre'thee good Griffith, tell me how he dy'de. If well, he stept before me happily For my example. Grif. Well, the voyce goes Madam,
[2420]
For after the stout Earle Northumberland Arrested him at Yorke, and brought him forward As a man sorely tainted, to his Answer, He fell sicke sodainly, and grew so ill He could not sit his Mule.
Kath.
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Alas poore man.
Grif. At last, with easie Rodes, he came to Leicester,

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Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the reuerend Abbot With all his Couent, honourably receiu'd him; To whom he gaue these words. O Father Abbot,
[2430]
An old man, broken with the stormes of State, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Giue him a little earth for Charity. So went to bed; where eagerly his sicknesse Pursu'd him still, and three nights after this,
[2435]
About the houre of eight, which he himselfe Foretold should be his last, full of Repentance, Continuall Meditations, Teares, and Sorrowes, He gaue his Honors to the world agen, His blessed part to Heauen, and slept in peace.
Kath.
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So may he rest, His Faults lye gently on him: Yet thus farre Griffith, giue me leaue to speake him, And yet with Charity. He was a man Of an vnbounded stomacke, euer ranking
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Himselfe with Princes. One that by suggestion Ty'de all the Kingdome. Symonie, was faire play, His owne Opinion was his Law. I'th'presence He would say vntruths, and be euer double Both in his words, and meaning. He was neuer
[2450]
(But where he meant to Ruine) pittifull. His Promises, were as he then was, Mighty: But his performance, as he is now, Nothing: Of his owne body he was ill, and gaue The Clergy ill example.
Grif.
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Noble Madam: Mens euill manners, liue in Brasse, their Vertues We write in Water. May it please your Highnesse To heare me speake his good now?
Kath. Yes good Griffith,
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I were malicious else.
Grif. This Cardinall, Though from an humble Stocke, vndoubtedly Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one:
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Exceeding wise, faire spoken, and perswading: Lofty, and sowre to them that lou'd him not: But, to those men that sought him, sweet as Summer. And though he were vnsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sinne) yet in bestowing, Madam,
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He was most Princely: Euer witnesse for him Those twinnes of Learning, that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him, Vnwilling to out‑liue the good that did it. The other (though vnfinish'd) yet so Famous,
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So excellent in Art, and still so rising, That Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue. His Ouerthrow, heap'd Happinesse vpon him: For then, and not till then, he felt himselfe, And found the Blessednesse of being little.
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And to adde greater Honors to his Age Then man could giue him; he dy'de, fearing God.
Kath. After my death, I wish no other Herald, No other speaker of my liuing Actions, To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption,
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But such an honest Chronicler as Griffith. Whom I most hated Liuing, thou hast made mee With thy Religious Truth, and Modestie, (Now in his Ashes) Honor: Peace be with him. Patience, be neere me still, and set me lower,
[2490]
I haue not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith, Cause the Musitians play me that sad note I nam'd my Knell; whil'st I sit meditating x On

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Scena Secunda. [Act 4, Scene 2] Enter Katherine Dowager, sicke, lead betweene Griffith, her Gentleman Vsher, and Patience her Woman. Grif. How do's your Grace? Kath. O Griffith, sicke to death: My Legges like loaden Branches bow to'th'Earth, Willing to leaue their burthen: Reach a Chaire,
[2410]
So now (me thinkes) I feele a little ease. Did'st thou not tell me Griffith, as thou lead'st mee, That the great Childe of Honor, Cardinall Wolsey Was dead?
Grif. Yes Madam: but I thanke your Grace
[2415]
Out of the paine you suffer'd, gaue no eare too't.
Kath. Pre'thee good Griffith, tell me how he dy'de. If well, he stept before me happily For my example. Grif. Well, the voyce goes Madam,
[2420]
For after the stout Earle Northumberland Arrested him at Yorke, and brought him forward As a man sorely tainted, to his Answer, He fell sicke sodainly, and grew so ill He could not sit his Mule.
Kath.
[2425]
Alas poore man.
Grif. At last, with easie Rodes, he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the reuerend Abbot With all his Couent, honourably receiu'd him; To whom he gaue these words. O Father Abbot,
[2430]
An old man, broken with the stormes of State, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Giue him a little earth for Charity. So went to bed; where eagerly his sicknesse Pursu'd him still, and three nights after this,
[2435]
About the houre of eight, which he himselfe Foretold should be his last, full of Repentance, Continuall Meditations, Teares, and Sorrowes, He gaue his Honors to the world agen, His blessed part to Heauen, and slept in peace.
Kath.
[2440]
So may he rest, His Faults lye gently on him: Yet thus farre Griffith, giue me leaue to speake him, And yet with Charity. He was a man Of an vnbounded stomacke, euer ranking
[2445]
Himselfe with Princes. One that by suggestion Ty'de all the Kingdome. Symonie, was faire play, His owne Opinion was his Law. I'th'presence He would say vntruths, and be euer double Both in his words, and meaning. He was neuer
[2450]
(But where he meant to Ruine) pittifull. His Promises, were as he then was, Mighty: But his performance, as he is now, Nothing: Of his owne body he was ill, and gaue The Clergy ill example.
Grif.
[2455]
Noble Madam: Mens euill manners, liue in Brasse, their Vertues We write in Water. May it please your Highnesse To heare me speake his good now?
Kath. Yes good Griffith,
[2460]
I were malicious else.
Grif. This Cardinall, Though from an humble Stocke, vndoubtedly Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one:
[2465]
Exceeding wise, faire spoken, and perswading: Lofty, and sowre to them that lou'd him not: But, to those men that sought him, sweet as Summer. And though he were vnsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sinne) yet in bestowing, Madam,
[2470]
He was most Princely: Euer witnesse for him Those twinnes of Learning, that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him, Vnwilling to out‑liue the good that did it. The other (though vnfinish'd) yet so Famous,
[2475]
So excellent in Art, and still so rising, That Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue. His Ouerthrow, heap'd Happinesse vpon him: For then, and not till then, he felt himselfe, And found the Blessednesse of being little.
[2480]
And to adde greater Honors to his Age Then man could giue him; he dy'de, fearing God.
Kath. After my death, I wish no other Herald, No other speaker of my liuing Actions, To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption,
[2485]
But such an honest Chronicler as Griffith. Whom I most hated Liuing, thou hast made mee With thy Religious Truth, and Modestie, (Now in his Ashes) Honor: Peace be with him. Patience, be neere me still, and set me lower,
[2490]
I haue not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith, Cause the Musitians play me that sad note I nam'd my Knell; whil'st I sit meditating On that Cœlestiall Harmony I go too.
Sad and solemne Musicke. Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet,
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For feare we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.
The Vision. Enter solemnely tripping one after another, sixe Personages, clad in white Robes, wearing on their heades Garlands of Bayes, and golden Vizards on their faces, Branches of Bayes or Palme in their hands. They first Conge vnto her, then Dance: and at certaine Changes, the first two hold a spare Garland ouer her Head, at which the other foure make re­ uerend Curtsies. Then the two that held the Garland, deli­ uer the same to the other next two, who obserue the same or­ der in their Changes, and holding the Garland ouer her head. Which done, they deliuer the same Garland to the last two: who likewise obserue the same Order. At which (as it were by inspiration) she makes (in her sleepe) signes of reioycing, and holdeth vp her hands to heauen. And so, in their Dancing vanish, carrying the Garland with them. The Musicke continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye ? Are ye all gone? And leaue me heere in wretchednesse, behinde ye? Grif. Madam, we are heere. Kath. It is not you I call for,
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Saw ye none enter since I slept?
Grif. None Madam. Kath. No? Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope Inuite me to a Banquet, whose bright faces Cast thousand beames vpon me, like the Sun?
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They promis'd me eternall Happinesse, And brought me Garlands ( Griffith) which I feele I am not worthy yet to weare: I shall assuredly.
Grif. I am most ioyfull Madam, such good dreames Possesse your Fancy. Kath.
[2510]
Bid the Musicke leaue, They are harsh and heauy to me.
Musicke ceases. Pati. Do you note How much her Grace is alter'd on the sodaine ? How long her face is drawne? How pale she lookes,
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And of an earthy cold? Marke her eyes?
Grif. She is going Wench. Pray, pray. Pati. Heauen comfort her. Enter a Messenger. Mes. And't like your Grace— Kath. You are a sawcy Fellow,
[2520]
Deserue we no more Reuerence?
Grif. You are too blame, Knowing she will not loose her wonted Greatnesse To vse so rude behauiour. Go too, kneele. Mes. I humbly do entreat your Highnesse pardon,
[2525]
My hast made me vnmannerly. There is staying A Gentleman sent from the King, to see you.
Kath. Admit him entrance Griffith. But this Fellow Let me ne're see againe. Exit Messeng. Enter Lord Capuchius. If my sight faile not,
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You should be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor, My Royall Nephew, and your name Capuchius.
Cap. Madam the same. Your Seruant. Kath. O my Lord, The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely
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With me, since first you knew me. But I pray you, What is your pleasure with me ?
Cap. Noble Lady, First mine owne seruice to your Grace, the next
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The Kings request, that I would visit you, Who greeues much for your weaknesse, and by me Sends you his Princely Commendations, And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Kath. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late,
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'Tis like a Pardon after Execution; That gentle Physicke giuen in time, had cur'd me: But now I am past all Comforts heere, but Prayers. How does his Highnesse?
Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath.
[2550]
So may he euer do, and euer flourish, When I shall dwell with Wormes, and my poore name Banish'd the Kingdome. Patience, is that Letter I caus'd you write, yet sent away?
Pat. No Madam. Kath.
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Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliuer This to my Lord the King.
Cap. Most willing Madam. Kath. In which I haue commended to his goodnesse The Modell of our chaste loues: his yong daughter,
[2560]
The dewes of Heauen fall thicke in Blessings on her, Beseeching him to giue her vertuous breeding. She is yong, and of a Noble modest Nature, I hope she will deserue well; and a little To loue her for her Mothers sake, that lou'd him,
[2565]
Heauen knowes how deerely. My next poore Petition, Is, that his Noble Grace would haue some pittie Vpon my wretched women, that so long Haue follow'd both my Fortunes, faithfully,
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Of which there is not one, I dare auow (And now I should not lye) but will deserue For Vertue, and true Beautie of the Soule, For honestie, and decent Carriage A right good Husband (let him be a Noble)
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And sure those men are happy that shall haue 'em. The last is for my men, they are the poorest, (But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me) That they may haue their wages, duly paid 'em, And something ouer to remember me by.
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If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life And able meanes, we had not parted thus. These are the whole Contents, and good my Lord, By that you loue the deerest in this world, As you wish Christian peace to soules departed,
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Stand these poore peoples Friend, and vrge the King To do me this last right.
Cap. By Heauen I will, Or let me loose the fashion of a man. Kath. I thanke you honest Lord. Remember me
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In all humilitie vnto his Highnesse: Say his long trouble now is passing Out of this world. Tell him in death I blest him (For so I will) mine eyes grow dimme. Farewell My Lord. Griffith farewell. Nay Patience,
[2595]
Vou must not leaue me yet. I must to bed, Call in more women. When I am dead, good Wench, Let me be vs'd with Honor; strew me ouer With Maiden Flowers, that all the world may know I was a chaste Wife, to my Graue: Embalme me,
[2600]
Then lay me forth (although vnqueen'd) yet like A Queene, and Daughter to a King enterre me. I can no more.
Exeunt leading Katherine.
 

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      <l n="2445">Himselfe with Princes. One that by suggestion</l>
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      <l n="2447">His owne Opinion was his Law. I'th'presence</l>
      <l n="2448">He would say vntruths, and be euer double</l>
      <l n="2449">Both in his words, and meaning. He was neuer</l>
      <l n="2450">(But where he meant to Ruine) pittifull.</l>
      <l n="2451">His Promises, were as he then was, Mighty:</l>
      <l n="2452">But his performance, as he is now, Nothing:</l>
      <l n="2453">Of his owne body he was ill, and gaue</l>
      <l n="2454">The Clergy ill example.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Grif.</speaker>
      <l n="2455">Noble Madam:</l>
      <l n="2456">Mens euill manners, liue in Brasse, their Vertues</l>
      <l n="2457">We write in Water. May it please your Highnesse</l>
      <l n="2458">To heare me speake his good now?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2459">Yes good<hi rend="italic">Griffith</hi>,</l>
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      <l n="2461">This Cardinall,</l>
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      <l n="2463">Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle</l>
      <l n="2464">He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one:</l>
      <l n="2465">Exceeding wise, faire spoken, and perswading:</l>
      <l n="2466">Lofty, and sowre to them that lou'd him not:</l>
      <l n="2467">But, to those men that sought him, sweet as Summer.</l>
      <l n="2468">And though he were vnsatisfied in getting,</l>
      <l n="2469">(Which was a sinne) yet in bestowing, Madam,</l>
      <l n="2470">He was most Princely: Euer witnesse for him</l>
      <l n="2471">Those twinnes of Learning, that he rais'd in you,</l>
      <l n="2472">Ipswich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him,</l>
      <l n="2473">Vnwilling to out‑liue the good that did it.</l>
      <l n="2474">The other (though vnfinish'd) yet so Famous,</l>
      <l n="2475">So excellent in Art, and still so rising,</l>
      <l n="2476">That Christendome shall euer speake his Vertue.</l>
      <l n="2477">His Ouerthrow, heap'd Happinesse vpon him:</l>
      <l n="2478">For then, and not till then, he felt himselfe,</l>
      <l n="2479">And found the Blessednesse of being little.</l>
      <l n="2480">And to adde greater Honors to his Age</l>
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      <l n="2482">After my death, I wish no other Herald,</l>
      <l n="2483">No other speaker of my liuing Actions,</l>
      <l n="2484">To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption,</l>
      <l n="2485">But such an honest Chronicler as<hi rend="italic">Griffith</hi>.</l>
      <l n="2486">Whom I most hated Liuing, thou hast made mee</l>
      <l n="2487">With thy Religious Truth, and Modestie,</l>
      <l n="2488">(Now in his Ashes) Honor: Peace be with him.</l>
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         <hi rend="italic">Patience</hi>, be neere me still, and set me lower,</l>
      <l n="2490">I haue not long to trouble thee. Good<hi rend="italic">Griffith</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2491">Cause the Musitians play me that sad note</l>
      <l n="2492">I nam'd my Knell; whil'st I sit meditating</l>
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      <l n="2493">On that Cœlestiall Harmony I go too.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Grif.</speaker>
      <l n="2494">She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet,</l>
      <l n="2495">For feare we wake her. Softly, gentle<hi rend="italic">Patience</hi>.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">The Vision.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Enter solemnely tripping one after another, sixe Personages,
      <lb/>clad in white Robes, wearing on their heades Garlands of
      <lb/>Bayes, and golden Vizards on their faces, Branches of Bayes
      <lb/>or Palme in their hands. They first Conge vnto her, then
      <lb/>Dance: and at certaine Changes, the first two hold a spare
      <lb/>Garland ouer her Head, at which the other foure make re­
      <lb/>uerend Curtsies. Then the two that held the Garland, deli­
      <lb/>uer the same to the other next two, who obserue the same or­
      <lb/>der in their Changes, and holding the Garland ouer her
      <lb/>head. Which done, they deliuer the same Garland to the
      <lb/>last two: who likewise obserue the same Order. At which
      <lb/>(as it were by inspiration) she makes (in her sleepe) signes of
      <lb/>reioycing, and holdeth vp her hands to heauen. And so, in
      <lb/>their Dancing vanish, carrying the Garland with them.
      <lb/>The Musicke continues.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2496">Spirits of peace, where are ye<c rend="italic">?</c>Are ye all gone?</l>
      <l n="2497">And leaue me heere in wretchednesse, behinde ye?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Grif.</speaker>
      <l n="2498">Madam, we are heere.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2499">It is not you I call for,</l>
      <l n="2500">Saw ye none enter since I slept?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Grif.</speaker>
      <l n="2501">None Madam.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2502">No? Saw you not euen now a blessed Troope</l>
      <l n="2503">Inuite me to a Banquet, whose bright faces</l>
      <l n="2504">Cast thousand beames vpon me, like the Sun?</l>
      <l n="2505">They promis'd me eternall Happinesse,</l>
      <l n="2506">And brought me Garlands (<hi rend="italic">Griffith</hi>) which I feele</l>
      <l n="2507">I am not worthy yet to weare: I shall assuredly.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Grif.</speaker>
      <l n="2508">I am most ioyfull Madam, such good dreames</l>
      <l n="2509">Possesse your Fancy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2510">Bid the Musicke leaue,</l>
      <l n="2511">They are harsh and heauy to me.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Musicke ceases.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pati.</speaker>
      <l n="2512">Do you note</l>
      <l n="2513">How much her Grace is alter'd on the sodaine<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="2514">How long her face is drawne? How pale she lookes,</l>
      <l n="2515">And of an earthy cold? Marke her eyes?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Grif.</speaker>
      <l n="2516">She is going Wench. Pray, pray.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pati.</speaker>
      <l n="2517">Heauen comfort her.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter a Messenger.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="2518">And't like your Grace—</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2519">You are a sawcy Fellow,</l>
      <l n="2520">Deserue we no more Reuerence?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gri">
      <speaker rend="italic">Grif.</speaker>
      <l n="2521">You are too blame,</l>
      <l n="2522">Knowing she will not loose her wonted Greatnesse</l>
      <l n="2523">To vse so rude behauiour. Go too, kneele.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-mes">
      <speaker rend="italic">Mes.</speaker>
      <l n="2524">I humbly do entreat your Highnesse pardon,</l>
      <l n="2525">My hast made me vnmannerly. There is staying</l>
      <l n="2526">A Gentleman sent from the King, to see you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2527">Admit him entrance<hi rend="italic">Griffith</hi>. But this Fellow</l>
      <l n="2528">Let me ne're see againe.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Messeng.</stage>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Lord Capuchius.</stage>
      <l n="2529">If my sight faile not,</l>
      <l n="2530">You should be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor,</l>
      <l n="2531">My Royall Nephew, and your name<hi rend="italic">Capuchius</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="2532">Madam the same. Your Seruant.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2533">O my Lord,</l>
      <l n="2534">The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely</l>
      <l n="2535">With me, since first you knew me.</l>
      <l n="2536">But I pray you,</l>
      <l n="2537">What is your pleasure with me<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="2538">Noble Lady,</l>
      <l n="2539">First mine owne seruice to your Grace, the next</l>
      <l n="2540">The Kings request, that I would visit you,</l>
      <l n="2541">Who greeues much for your weaknesse, and by me</l>
      <l n="2542">Sends you his Princely Commendations,</l>
      <l n="2543">And heartily entreats you take good comfort.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2544">O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late,</l>
      <l n="2545">'Tis like a Pardon after Execution;</l>
      <l n="2546">That gentle Physicke giuen in time, had cur'd me:</l>
      <l n="2547">But now I am past all Comforts heere, but Prayers.</l>
      <l n="2548">How does his Highnesse?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="2549">Madam, in good health.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2550">So may he euer do, and euer flourish,</l>
      <l n="2551">When I shall dwell with Wormes, and my poore name</l>
      <l n="2552">Banish'd the Kingdome.<hi rend="italic">Patience</hi>, is that Letter</l>
      <l n="2553">I caus'd you write, yet sent away?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-pat">
      <speaker rend="italic">Pat.</speaker>
      <l n="2554">No Madam.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2555">Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliuer</l>
      <l n="2556">This to my Lord the King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="2557">Most willing Madam.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2558">In which I haue commended to his goodnesse</l>
      <l n="2559">The Modell of our chaste loues: his yong daughter,</l>
      <l n="2560">The dewes of Heauen fall thicke in Blessings on her,</l>
      <l n="2561">Beseeching him to giue her vertuous breeding.</l>
      <l n="2562">She is yong, and of a Noble modest Nature,</l>
      <l n="2563">I hope she will deserue well; and a little</l>
      <l n="2564">To loue her for her Mothers sake, that lou'd him,</l>
      <l n="2565">Heauen knowes how deerely.</l>
      <l n="2566">My next poore Petition,</l>
      <l n="2567">Is, that his Noble Grace would haue some pittie</l>
      <l n="2568">Vpon my wretched women, that so long</l>
      <l n="2569">Haue follow'd both my Fortunes, faithfully,</l>
      <l n="2570">Of which there is not one, I dare auow</l>
      <l n="2571">(And now I should not lye) but will deserue</l>
      <l n="2572">For Vertue, and true Beautie of the Soule,</l>
      <l n="2573">For honestie, and decent Carriage</l>
      <l n="2574">A right good Husband (let him be a Noble)</l>
      <l n="2575">And sure those men are happy that shall haue 'em.</l>
      <l n="2576">The last is for my men, they are the poorest,</l>
      <l n="2577">(But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me)</l>
      <l n="2578">That they may haue their wages, duly paid 'em,</l>
      <l n="2579">And something ouer to remember me by.</l>
      <l n="2580">If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life</l>
      <l n="2581">And able meanes, we had not parted thus.</l>
      <l n="2582">These are the whole Contents, and good my Lord,</l>
      <l n="2583">By that you loue the deerest in this world,</l>
      <l n="2584">As you wish Christian peace to soules departed,</l>
      <l n="2585">Stand these poore peoples Friend, and vrge the King</l>
      <l n="2586">To do me this last right.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cap">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cap.</speaker>
      <l n="2587">By Heauen I will,</l>
      <l n="2588">Or let me loose the fashion of a man.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-qka">
      <speaker rend="italic">Kath.</speaker>
      <l n="2589">I thanke you honest Lord. Remember me</l>
      <l n="2590">In all humilitie vnto his Highnesse:</l>
      <l n="2591">Say his long trouble now is passing</l>
      <l n="2592">Out of this world. Tell him in death I blest him</l>
      <l n="2593">(For so I will) mine eyes grow dimme. Farewell</l>
      <l n="2594">My Lord.<hi rend="italic">Griffith</hi>farewell. Nay<hi rend="italic">Patience</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2595">Vou must not leaue me yet. I must to bed,</l>
      <l n="2596">Call in more women. When I am dead, good Wench,</l>
      <l n="2597">Let me be vs'd with Honor; strew me ouer</l>
      <l n="2598">With Maiden Flowers, that all the world may know</l>
      <l n="2599">I was a chaste Wife, to my Graue: Embalme me,</l>
      <l n="2600">Then lay me forth (although vnqueen'd) yet like</l>
      <l n="2601">A Queene, and Daughter to a King enterre me.</l>
      <l n="2602">I can no more.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="exit">Exeunt leading Katherine.</stage>
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