So went to Bed; where eagerly his Sickness He gave His faults lay bury'd with him. Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Of an unbounded Stomach, ever ranking His Promises were, as he then was, Mighty; Grif. Noble Madam, Mens evil Manners live in Brafs, their Virtues Kath. Yes, good Griffith, I were malicious elfe. Grif. This Cardinal, Though from an humble Stock, undoubtedly From his Cradle He was a Scholar, and a ripe and good one; The The other, though unfinish'd, yet fo famous, Now in his Ashes, Honour; Peace be with him. Sad and folemn Mufick. Grif. She is afleep: Good Wench, let's fit down quiet, For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience. The Vision. Enter folemnly tripping one after another, fix Perfonages, 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 Curtfies. Then the two, that held the Garland, deliver the fame to the other next two, who observe the fame order in their Changes, and holding the Garland over her Head. Which done, they deliver the fame Garland to the last two, who likewife obferve the fame Order. At which, as it were by InSpiration, he makes, in her fleep. signs of rejoycing,and holdeth up her Hands to Heaven. And fo in their Dancing vanish, carrying the Garland with them. The Mufick continues. Kath. Spi its of Peace, where are ye? are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we are here. Saw ye none enter, fince I flept? Kath. No? Saw you not even now a blessed Troop And brought me Garlands, Griffith, which I feel Kath. Bid the Mufick leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note [Mufick ceafes. How much her Grace is alter'd on the fudden? Grif. She is going, Werch. Pat, Heaven comfort her. Mef. And't like Pray, pray, Enter a Messenger. your Grace Kath. You are a fawcy Fellow, Deferve we no more Reverence? Grif. You are to blame, Knowing the will not lofe her wonted Greatnefs, Mef. I humbly do intreat your Highness Pardon, Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this Fellow Let me ne'er fee again. [Exit Meffenger. Enter Lord Capucius. If my fight fail me not, You thould be Lord Ambaffador from the Emperor, Kath. O my Lord, The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely But I pray you, What What is your Pleasure with me? Cap. Noble Lady, First mine own Service to your Grace, the next Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me And heartily intreats you take good Comfort. Kath, O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a Pardon after Execution; That gentle Phyfick given in time had cur'd me: Cap. Madam, in good Health. Kath. So may he ever do, and ever flourish, Pat. No, Madam. Kath. Sir, I muft humbly pray you to deliver This to my Lord the King. Cap. Moft willingly, Madam. Kath. In which I have commended to his Goodness My next poor Petition Is, that his Noble Grace would have fome pity That That they may have their Wages duly paid 'em, If Heav'n had pleas'd to have given me longer Life Cap. By Heav'n I will, Or let me lofe the fashion of a Man. Kath. I thank you, honeft Lord. Remember me In all humility unto his Highness; Say, his long trouble now is paffing Out of this World. Tell him, in death I bleft him, Farewel, [Exeunt, leading Katharine. ACT V. SCENE I. Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a Torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovel. Gard. TT'S one a Clock, Boy, is't not? ・IT'S Boy. It hath ftruck. Gard. Thefe fhould be hours for Neceffities, Not for Delights; times to repair our Nature With comforting Repofe, and not for us To waste these times. Good hour of Night, Sir Thomas, Whither fo late? |