The King's request that I would visit you; 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 cured me; But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. How does his highness? Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do; and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banished the kingdom!—Patience, is that letter, I caused 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 good ness The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter,The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her! Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding,— She is young, and of a noble modest nature; To love her for her mother's sake, that loved him, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor peti tion Is, that his noble grace would have some pity A right good husband, let him be a noble ; The last is, for my men; they are the poorest, 160 Cap. KING HENRY VIII. By Heaven, I will, Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Kath. I thank you, honest lord. me In all humility unto his highness: Remember Say to him, his long trouble now is passing Out of this world; tell him, in death I blessed him, For so I will.—Mine eyes grow dim.—Farewell, You must not leave me yet: I must to bed; -When I am dead, good Call in more women. wench, Let me be used with honour: strew me over I can no more. [Exeunt. leading KATHARINE SCENE I.-London. ACT V. 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? Boy. It hath struck. Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights; 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. Before he I must to him too, What's the go to bed. I'll take my leave. Gar. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. matter? 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 despatch by day. Lov. My lord, I love you, The Queen's in And durst commend a secret to your ear labour, They say, in great extremity; and feared, 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 grubbed up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the Amen; and yet my conscience says Gar. But, sir, sir, Hear me, Sir Thomas: you are a gentleman 'T will not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take 't of me, |