You have too much, good lady: but to know Cam. Most honour'd madam, My lord of York,—out of his noble nature, His service and his counsel. Q. Kath. In such a point of weight, so near mine honour For her sake that I have been (for I feel Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with Your hopes and friends are infinite. Q. Kath. In England, But little for my profit: Can you think, lords, That any Englishman dare give me counsel? Or be a known friend, 'gainst his highness' pleasure (Though he be grown so desperate to be honest), For the sake of that royalty which I have heretofore possessed. And live a subject? Nay, forsooth, my friends, Cam. I would, your grace Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel. Q. Kath. How, sir? Cam. Put your main cause into the king's pro tection; He's loving, and most gracious; 'twill be much Wol. He tells you rightly. Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my Is this ruin : your Christian counsel? out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no king can corrupt. Cam. Your rage mistakes us. Q. Kath. The more shame for ye 1o; holy men I thought ye, Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues : But cardinal sins, and hollow hearts, I fear ye: Mend them for shame, my lords. Is this your comfort? The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady? I have more charity: But say, I warn'd ye; 9 Weigh out for out-weigh. In Macbeth we have overcome for come over. 10 If I mistake you, it is by your fault, not mine; for I thought you good. Take heed, for heaven's sake, take heed, lest at once The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye. Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction; You turn the good we offer into envy. Q. Kath. Ye turn me into nothing: Woe upon ye, And all such false professors! Would ye have me (If you have any justice, any pity; If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits) Put my Cam. Your fears are worse. Q. Kath. Have I liv'd thus long-(let me speak myself, Since virtue finds no friends),—a wife, a true one? A woman (I dare say, without vain-glory), Never yet branded with suspicion? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him 11? Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty, To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to: nothing but death Wol. 'Pray, hear me. Q. Kath. 'Would I had never trod this English earth, Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it! Ye have angels' faces 12, but heaven knows your hearts. What will become of me now, wretched lady? I am the most unhappy woman living.— Alas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes? [To her Women. Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope; no kindred weep for me, Almost, no grave allow'd me:-Like the lily, That once was mistress of the field 13, and flourish'd, I'll hang my head, and perish. Wol. We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow them. Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage. So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits, 12 This is an allusion to the old jingle of Angli and Angeli. Thus Nashe in his Anatomy of Absurdity, 1589:- For my part meane to suspend my sentence, and let an author of late memorie be my speaker; who affirmeth that they carry angels in their faces, and devils in their devices.' 13 The lily, lady of the flow'ring field.' Spenser, F. Q. b. ii. c. vi. st. 16. They swell, and grow as terrible as storms 14. Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and ser vants. Cam. Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your virtues With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, As yours was put into you, ever casts Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you; Beware, you lose it not: For us, if you please If I have us'd 15 myself unmannerly; You know, I am a woman, lacking wit He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, 14 It was one of the charges brought against Lord Essex, in the year before this play was written, by his ungrateful kinsman Sir Francis Bacon, when that nobleman, to the disgrace of humanity, was obliged by a junto of his enemies to kneel at the end of the council table for several hours, that in a letter written during his retirement in 1598 to the lord keeper, he had said, There is no tempest to the passionate indignation of a prince.' 15 Behaved. |