Commanded nature, that my lady's womb, The grave does to the dead, for her male issue This was a judgment on me, that my kingdom, When I first moved you. Lin. Very well, my liege. K. Hen. I have spoke long; be pleased yourself to say How far you satisfied me. Lin. So please your highness, The question did at first so stagger me,— K. Hen. Under your hands and seals: therefore, go on n; To wear our mortal state to come with her, Katharine our Queen, before the primest creature That's paragoned o' the world. Cam So please your highness, The Queen being absent, 't is a needful fitness That we adjourn this Court till further day : Meanwhile must be an earnest motion Made to the Queen, to call back her appeal K. Hen. [Aside.] I may perceive, These Cardinals trifle with me: I abhor ACT III. SCENE I.. London. The Palace at Bridewell. A Room in the QUEEN'S Apartment. The QUEEN, and her Women, at Work. Q. Kath. Take thy lute, wench my soul grows sad with troubles; Sing, and disperse 'em, if thou canst. Leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, Bow themselves, when he did sing: To his music plants, and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. Killing care and grief of heart Enter a Gentleman. Q. Kath. How now? Gent. An't please your grace, the two great Cardinals Wait in the presence. Q. Kath. Would they speak with me? Pray their graces Gent. They willed me say so, madain. Q. Kath. To come near. [Exit Gentleman.] What can be their business With me, a poor weak woman, fallen from favour Wol. Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEIUS. Peace to your highness! Q. Kath. Your graces find me here part of a housewife : I would be all, against the worst may happen. What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords? Wol. May it please you, noble madam, to withdraw Into your private chamber, we shall give you Q. Kath. Speak it here. There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience, Deserves a corner: 'would all other women Could speak this with as free a soul as I do! My lords, I care not,—so much I am happy Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw them, I know my life so even. If your business Out with it boldly: truth loves open dealing. Wol. Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, Regina Serenissima,-. Q. Kath. O, good my lord, no Latin: I am not such a truant since my coming, |