Take thy lute, wench:
3.1.31618Sing, and disperse 'em if thou canst; leave working.
Orpheus, with his lute, made trees,
How now?
And't please your grace, the two great cardinals
Would they speak with me?
They willed me say so, Madam.
Pray their graces
3.1.221639To come near. What can be their business
3.1.231640With me, a poor weak woman, fall'n from favor?
3.1.241641I do not like their coming; now I think on't
3.1.251642They should be good men, their affairs as righteous.
Peace to your highness.
Your graces find me here part of a housewife,
3.1.291647(I would be all), against the worst may happen.
3.1.301648What are your pleasures with me, reverent lords?
May it please you, noble madam to withdraw
3.1.321650Into your private chamber. We shall give you
Speak it here.
3.1.351653There's nothing I have done yet o' my conscience
3.1.361654Deserves a corner. Would all other Women
3.1.371655Could speak this with as free a soul as I do.
3.1.381656My lords, I care not (so much I am happy
3.1.401658Were tried by ev'ry tongue, ev'ry eye saw 'em,
3.1.421660I know my life so even. If your business
3.1.441662Out with it boldly; truth loves open dealing.
Tanta est erga te mentis integritas Regina serenissima.
O, good my lord, no Latin.
3.1.481666As not to know the language I have lived in.
3.1.491667A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious.
3.1.501668Pray, speak in English; here are some will thank you
3.1.511669If you speak truth, for their poor mistress's sake.
3.1.521670Believe me, she has had much wrong. Lord cardinal,
3.1.531671The willingest sin I ever yet committed,
Noble lady,
3.1.581676So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.
3.1.601678To taint that honor every good tongue blesses,
3.1.621680You have too much good, lady; but to know
3.1.631681How you stand minded in the weighty difference
3.1.641682Between the king and you, and to deliver
3.1.651683(Like free and honest men), our just opinions
Most honoured madam,
3.1.681686My lord of York, out of his noble nature,
3.1.691687Zeal and obedience, he still bore your grace,
3.1.701688Forgetting (like a good man) your late censure
3.1.711689Both of his truth and him (which was too far),
To betray me.
3.1.751693My lords, I thank you both for your good wills.
3.1.761694YYe speak like honest men, (pray God ye prove so),
3.1.781696In such a point of weight, so need mine honor,
3.1.791697(More near my life I fear) with my weak wit;
3.1.801698And to such men of gravity and learning,
3.1.811699In truth, I know not. I was set at work,
3.1.821700Among my maids, full little (God knows), looking
3.1.841702For her sake that I have been, for I feel
3.1.851703The last fit of my greatness. Good your graces,
3.1.861704Let me have time and counsel for my cause.
3.1.871705Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless.
Madam,
3.1.891707You wrong the king's love with these fears,
In England,
3.1.921710But little for my profit can you think, lords,
3.1.931711That any English man dare give me counsel?
3.1.941712Or be a known friend 'gainst his highness's pleasure,
3.1.951713(Though he be grown so desperate to be honest)
3.1.961714And live a subject? Nay, forsooth my friends,
3.1.971715They that must weigh out my afflictions,
3.1.981716They that my trust must grow to, live not here;
3.1.991717They are (as all my other comforts) far hence
I would your grace
3.1.1021720Would leave your griefs and take my counsel.
How, sir?
Put your main cause into the king's protection;
3.1.1051723He's loving and most gracious. 'Twill be much
He tels you rightly.
Ye tell me what ye wish for both: my ruin.
3.1.1111729Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye!
Your rage mistakes us.
The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye,
3.1.1161734Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues.
3.1.1171735But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear ye;
3.1.1181736Mend 'em for shame my Lords: Is this your comfort?
3.1.1231741Take heed, for heaven's sake take heed, least at once
Madam, this is a mere distraction;
Ye turn me into nothing. Woe upon ye
3.1.1281746And all such false professors. Would you have me
3.1.1311749Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?
3.1.1331751His love, too, long ago. I am old, my lords,
3.1.1361754To me above this wretchedness? All your studies
Your fears are worse.
Have I lived thus long (let me speak myself,
3.1.1401758Since virtue finds no friends), a wife, a true one?
3.1.1441762Still met the king? Loved him next heaven? Obeyed him?
3.1.1451763Been (out of fondness), superstitious to him?
3.1.1471765And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well, lords.
3.1.1491767One that ne'er dreamed a joy beyond his pleasure;
Madam, you wander from the good
My lord,
Pray, hear me.
Would I had neuer trod this English earth,
3.1.1621780Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
3.1.1651783Alas (poor wenches) where are now your fortunes?
3.1.1671785No friends, no hope, no kindred weep for me?
3.1.1691787That once was mistress of the field and flourished,
If your grace
3.1.1721790Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,
3.1.1731791You'd feel more comfort. Why should we, (good lady),
3.1.1741792Upon what cause wrong you? Alas, our places,
3.1.1761794We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow 'em.
3.1.1791797Grow from the king's acquaintance by this carriage.
3.1.1811799So much they love it. But to stubborn spirits
3.1.1851803Those we profess: peace-makers, friends, and servants.
Madam, you'l find it so.
3.1.1881806With these weak woman's fears. A noble spirit,
3.1.1901808Such doubts as false coin from it. The king loves you;
3.1.1911809Beware you lose it not. For us, (if you please
Do what ye will, my lords,
3.1.2001818He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers
3.1.2011819While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,
3.1.2031821That little thought when she set footing here,
1822She should have bought her dignities so dear.