Henry The Eighth (Folio 1, 1623)
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Scena Secunda.
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Enter Katherine Dowager, sicke, lead betweene Griffith,
¶Grif. How do's your Grace?
¶My Legges like loaden Branches bow to'th'Earth,
¶Willing to leaue their burthen: Reach a Chaire,
2555So now (me thinkes) I feele a little ease.
¶That the great Childe of Honor, Cardinall Wolsey
¶Was dead?
¶Grif. Yes Madam: but I thanke your Grace
2560Out of the paine you suffer'd, gaue no eare too't.
¶Kath. Pre'thee good Griffith, tell me how he dy'de.
¶If well, he stept before me happily
¶For my example.
¶Grif. Well, the voyce goes Madam,
2565For after the stout Earle Northumberland
¶Arrested him at Yorke, and brought him forward
¶He could not sit his Mule.
2570Kath. Alas poore man.
¶Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the reuerend Abbot
¶With all his Couent, honourably receiu'd him;
¶To whom he gaue these words. O Father Abbot,
2575An old man, broken with the stormes of State,
¶Is come to lay his weary bones among ye:
¶Giue him a little earth for Charity.
2580About the houre of eight, which he himselfe
¶Continuall Meditations, Teares, and Sorrowes,
¶He gaue his Honors to the world agen,
¶His Faults lye gently on him:
¶Yet thus farre Griffith, giue me leaue to speake him,
¶And yet with Charity. He was a man
¶Of an vnbounded stomacke, euer ranking
¶Ty'de all the Kingdome. Symonie, was faire play,
¶His owne Opinion was his Law. I'th'presence
¶He would say vntruths, and be euer double
¶Both in his words, and meaning. He was neuer
2595(But where he meant to Ruine) pittifull.
¶His Promises, were as he then was, Mighty:
¶But his performance, as he is now, Nothing:
¶Of his owne body he was ill, and gaue
¶The Clergy ill example.
2600Grif. Noble Madam:
¶To heare me speake his good now?
¶Kath. Yes good Griffith,
2605I were malicious else.
¶Grif. This Cardinall,
¶Though from an humble Stocke, vndoubtedly
¶Was fashion'd to much Honor. From his Cradle
¶He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one:
¶Lofty, and sowre to them that lou'd him not:
¶Those twinnes of Learning, that he rais'd in you,
¶Ipswich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him,
¶Vnwilling to out-liue the good that did it.
¶For then, and not till then, he felt himselfe,
2625And to adde greater Honors to his Age
¶Then man could giue him; he dy'de, fearing God.
¶No other speaker of my liuing Actions,
¶To keepe mine Honor, from Corruption,
¶With thy Religious Truth, and Modestie,
¶(Now in his Ashes) Honor: Peace be with him.
2635I haue not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
¶On that Coelestiall Harmony I go too.
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Sad and solemne Musicke.
¶For feare we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.
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The Vision.
¶clad in white Robes, wearing on their heades Garlands of
2645Bayes, and golden Vizards on their faces, Branches of Bayes
¶or Palme in their hands. They first Conge vnto her, then
¶Garland ouer her Head, at which the other foure make re-
¶uerend Curtsies. Then the two that held the Garland, deli-
¶derin their Changes, and holding the Garland ouer her
¶head. Which done, they deliuer the same Garland to the
2655reioycing, and holdeth vp her hands to heauen. And so, in
¶their Dancing vanish, carrying the Garland with them.
¶The Musicke continues.
¶Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone?
2660Grif. Madam, we are heere.
¶Kath. It is not you I call for,
¶Grif. None Madam.
2665Inuite me to a Banquet, whose bright faces
¶And brought me Garlands (Griffith) which I feele
¶They are harsh and heauy to me.
Musicke ceases.
¶Pati. Do you note
2675How much her Grace is alter'd on the sodaine?
¶How long her face is drawne? How pale she lookes,
¶And of an earthy cold? Marke her eyes?
¶Grif. She is going Wench. Pray, pray.
¶Pati. Heauen comfort her.
2680
Enter a Messenger.
¶Mes. And't like your Grace ------
¶Deserue we no more Reuerence?
¶Grif. You are too blame,
2690Kath. Admit him entrance Griffith. But this Fellow
¶Let me ne're see againe.
Exit Messeng.
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Enter Lord Capuchius.
¶If my sight faile not,
2695My Royall Nephew, and your name Capuchius.
¶Kath. O my Lord,
¶The Times and Titles now are alter'd strangely
2700But I pray you,
¶What is your pleasure with me?
¶Cap. Noble Lady,
¶Sends you his Princely Commendations,
¶And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
¶Kath. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late,
¶'Tis like a Pardon after Execution;
2710That gentle Physicke giuen in time, had cur'd me:
¶But now I am past all Comforts heere, but Prayers.
¶Cap. Madam, in good health.
2715When I shall dwell with Wormes, and my poore name
¶Banish'd the Kingdome. Patience, is that Letter
¶I caus'd you write, yet sent away?
¶Pat. No Madam.
2720This to my Lord the King.
¶The Modell of our chaste loues: his yong daughter,
2725Beseeching him to giue her vertuous breeding.
¶She is yong, and of a Noble modest Nature,
¶To loue her for her Mothers sake, that lou'd him,
¶Heauen knowes how deerely.
2730My next poore Petition,
¶Is, that his Noble Grace would haue some pittie
¶Vpon my wretched women, that so long
¶Haue follow'd both my Fortunes, faithfully,
¶Of which there is not one, I dare auow
¶For Vertue, and true Beautie of the Soule,
¶For honestie, and decent Carriage
¶A right good Husband (let him be a Noble)
¶(But pouerty could neuer draw 'em from me)
¶That they may haue their wages, duly paid 'em,
¶And something ouer to remember me by.
¶If Heauen had pleas'd to haue giuen me longer life
2745And able meanes, we had not parted thus.
¶These are the whole Contents, and good my Lord,
¶By that you loue the deerest in this world,
¶Stand these poore peoples Friend, and vrge the King
2750To do me this last right.
¶Cap. By Heauen I will,
¶Out of this world. Tell him in death I blest him
¶(For so I will) mine eyes grow dimme. Farewell
¶My Lord. Griffith farewell. Nay Patience,
2760Call in more women. When I am dead, good Wench,
¶Let me be vs'd with Honor; strew me ouer
¶With Maiden Flowers, that all the world may know
¶I was a chaste Wife, to my Graue: Embalme me,
¶Then lay me forth (although vnqueen'd) yet like
2765A Queene, and Daughter to a King enterre me.
¶I can no more.
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Exeunt leading Katherine.
