His service and his counsel. Q. Kath. To betray me. [Aside. My lords, I thank you both for your good wills; In such a point of weight, so near mine honour, For her sake that I have been, (for I feel Alas! I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with these fears; Your hopes and friends are infinite. Q. Kath. In England, But little for my profit: Can you think, lords, 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 protection; He's loving, and most gracious; 'twill be much Wol. He tells you rightly. Q. Kath. Ye tell me wha you 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; holy men I Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues; comfort? I have more charity: But say, I warn'd 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, If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits,) Is only my obedience. What can happen To me, above this wretchedness? all your studies 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? Never yet branded with suspicion ? Have I with all my full affections Still met the king? lov'd him next heaven? obey'd him? Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. 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 Shall e'er divorce my dignities. Wol. Pray, hear me. Q. Kath. 'Would I had never trod this English earth, Or felt the flatteries, that grow upon it! Ye have angel's faces, but heaven knows your hearts. I am the most unhappy woman living.— [To her Women. Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, No friends, no hope; no kindred weep for me, Wol. If your grace Could but be brought to know, our ends are honest, We are to cure such scrrows, not to sow them. How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage. So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits, virtues With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you; Beware you lose it not: For us, if you please To trust us in your business, we are ready To use our utmost studies in your service. Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: And, pray, forgive me, If I have us'd myself unmannerly; You know, I am a woman, lacking wit To make a seemly answer to such persons. He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, That little thought, when she set footing here, SCENE II.-Ante-chamber to the King's Apartment. Enter the Duke of NORFOLK, the Duke of SUFFOLK, the Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints, But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, Sur. I am joyful To meet the least occasion, that may give me Suf. Which of the peers Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures: |