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 pleas'd 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. In all humility unto his Highness: Say his long trouble now is passing

Remember me

Out of this world: tell him in death I bless'd him, For so I will.

Mine eyes grow dim. My lord. Griffith, farewell.

- 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 us'd 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.

ACT V.

SCENE I.A Gallery in the Palace.

Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him.

GARDINER.

T'S one o'clock, boy, is't not?

IT'S

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

Enter Sir THOMAS LOVell.

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 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: y'are a gentleman

Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,

"Twill 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' th' kingdom. As for Cromwell,
Beside that of the Jewel-house, is made Master
O' th' Rolls, and the King's Secretary; farther, sir,
Stands in the gap and trade of more preferments,
With which the time will load him. Th' Archbishop
Is the King's hand and tongue; and who dare speak
One syllable against him?

Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,

Gar. There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think I have

Incens'd 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

He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir Thomas; And we must root him out. From your affairs

I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas. Lov. Many good nights, my lord. I rest your [Exeunt GARDINER and Page.

servant.

As LOVELL is going out, enter the King and the Duke of SUFFOLK.

K. Hen. Charles, 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. -
Now, Lovell, from the Queen what is the news?
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
What you commanded me; but by her woman
I sent your message; who return'd her thanks
In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your Highness.
Most heartily to pray for her.

K. Hen.

What say'st thou, ha?

To pray for her? what, is she crying out?

Lov. So said her woman: and that her suff'rance

made

Almost each pang a death.

K. Hen.

Alas, good lady!

Suf. God safely quit her of her burthen, 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

Th' estate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone,
For I must think of that which company

Would not be friendly to.

Suf.

A quiet night; and my good mistress will

Remember in my prayers.

K. Hen.

I wish your Highness

Charles good night.

[Exit SUFFOLK

Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY.

Well, sir, what follows?

Denny. Sir, I have brought my Lord the Arch

Lov. [Aside.] This is about that which the Bishop

Cranmer. 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.

[Kneeling.] It is my duty

T'attend your Highness' pleasure.