The beauty of her person to the people. As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, In the old time of war,' would shake the press, 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest pace The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems Must no more call it York-place, that is past: But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name 2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen? 3 Gen. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) The other, London. 2 Gen. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, [1] That is, like battering rams. JOHNSON. 3 Gen. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him. 2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the king, and truly Has made him master of the jewel-house, 3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Both. You may command us, sir. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Kimbolton. Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH and PATIENCE. Grif. How does your grace? Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily, For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, He could not sit his mule. Kath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, [2] This scene is above any other part of Shakespeare's tragedies, and perhaps above any scene of any other poet, tender and pathetic, without gods, or furies, or poisons, or precipices, without the help of romantic circumstances, without improba ble sallies of poetical lamentation, and without any throes of tumultuous misery, JOHNSON. [3] Happily seems to mean on this occasion---peradventure, haply. STEEVENS Lodg'd in the abbey ; where the reverend abbot, So went to bed where eagerly his sickness He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues Kath. Yes, good Griffith; I were malicious else. Grif. This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. STEEVENS. A criminal connexion with women was anciently called the vice of the body. ย That is, of unbounded pride, or haughtiness. (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!- I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating Sad and solemn music. Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her ;-Softly, gentle Patience. The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six person. ages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend court'sies, then the two, that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven; and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we are here. Kath, It is not you I call for : Saw ye none enter, since I slept ? Grif. None, madam. Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun ? And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Assuredly. Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Possess your fancy. Kath. Bid the music leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note, [Music ceases How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, Pat. Heaven comfort her! Enter a Messenger. Mes. An't like your grace, Kath. You are a saucy fellow : Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, Mes. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: but this fellow If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. Kath. O my lord, The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely What is your pleasure with me? Cap. Noble lady, First mine own service to your grace; the next, The king's request that I would visit you; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me |