(I mean, the bishop) did require a respite; Yea, with a splitting power, and made to tremble And press'd in with this caution. First, methought, When I first mov'd you. Lin. Very well, my liege. K. Hen. I have spoke long: be pleas'd yourself to say How far you satisfied me. Lin. So please your highness, The daring'st counsel which I had to doubt, Which you are running here. K. Hen. I then mov'd you, Unsolicited I left no reverend person in this court; To wear our mortal state to come with her, Cam. So please your highness, That we adjourn this court till farther day: Made to the queen, to call back her appeal K. Hen. I may perceive, [Aside These cardinals trifle with me: I abhor This dilatory sloth, and tricks of Rome. [Exeunt, in manner as they entered. ACT III. SCENE I. The Palace at Bridewell. A Room in the Queen's Apartment. The Queen, and her Women, as at work. Q. Kath. Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles; Sing, and disperse them, if thou canst. Leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, 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? Gent. They will 'd me say so, Madam. Q. Kath. Pray their graces To come near. [Exit Gent.] What can be their business I do not like their coming, now I think on 't. Wol. Enter WOLSEY and CAMPEeius. 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 The full cause of our coming. 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! 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, As not to know the language I have liv'd in: A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious; 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 absolv'd 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. My lord of York, Most honour'd Madam, out of his noble nature, Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace, His service and his counsel. My lords, I thank you both for your good wills, Ye speak like honest men, (pray God, ye prove so!) In such a point of weight, so near mine honour, Among my maids; full little, God knows, looking For her sake that I have been, for I feel Let me have time and counsel for my cause. Alas! I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. [Aside Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with these fears: Your hopes and friends are infinite. Q. Kath. |