4.2.0.22548Enter Katherine Dowager, sick, lead between Griffith, How does your grace?
O Griffith, sick to death.
4.2.42553My legs like loaden branches bow to'th'earth,
4.2.52554Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair.
4.2.62555So now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
4.2.72556Did'st thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou lead'st me,
4.2.82557That the great child of honor, Cardinal Wolsey,
Yes, madam, but I thank your grace,
4.2.112560Out of the pain you suffered, gave no ear to't.
Prithee good Griffith, tell me how he died.
Well, the voice goes, Madam,
4.2.172566Arrested him at York and brought him forward
Alas, poor man.
At last, with easy roads he came to Leicester,
4.2.232572Lodged in the abbey, where the reverend abbot,
4.2.242573With all his covent, honorably received him.
4.2.252574To whom he gave these words: "O father Abbot,
4.2.262575An old man, broken with the storms of state,
4.2.272576Is come to lay his weary bones among ye.
4.2.292578So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness
4.2.302579Pursued him still, and three nights after this,
4.2.312580About the hour of eight (which he himself
4.2.322581Foretold should be his last, full of Repentance,
4.2.332582Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
4.2.352584His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
So may he rest;
4.2.382587Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him
4.2.412590Himself with princes. One that, by suggestion,
4.2.422591Tied all the kingdom. Symony was fair play;
4.2.432592His own opinion was his law. I'th'presence
4.2.442593He would say untruths and be ever double,
4.2.452594Both in his words and meaning. He was never
4.2.472596His promises were, as he then was, mighty.
4.2.482597But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
Noble Madam:
4.2.522601Mens evil manners live in brass, their virtues
4.2.532602We write in water. May it please your highness
Yes, good Griffith:
This cardinal,
4.2.582607Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
4.2.592608Was fashioned to much honor. From his cradle
4.2.602609He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one:
4.2.612610Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading;
4.2.622611Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
4.2.632612But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
4.2.642613And though he were unsatisfied in getting
4.2.652614(Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam,
4.2.662615He was most princely. Ever witness for him
4.2.672616Those twins of learning that he raised in you,
4.2.682617Ipswich and Oxford, one of which fell with him,
4.2.692618Unwilling to out live the good that did it.
4.2.702619The other (though unfinished), yet so famous,
4.2.712620So excellent in art, and still so rising
4.2.722621That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
4.2.732622His overthrow heaped happiness upon him.
4.2.742623For then, and not till then, he felt himself
4.2.752624And found the blessedness of being little.
4.2.772626Than man could give him he died fearing God.
After my death I wish no other herald,
4.2.812630But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
4.2.822631Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me
4.2.842633(Now in his Ashes), honor. Peace be with him.
4.2.852634Patience, be near me still, and set me lower.
4.2.862635I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
4.2.872636Cause the musicians play me that sad note
4.2.882637I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating
She is asleep. Good wench, let's sit down quiet,
4.2.912641For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.
4.2.91.22643Enter solemnly tripping one after another, six personages, 2644clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of 2645bay, and golden vizards on their faces, branches of bay 2646or palm in their hands. They first conge unto her, then 2647dance and at certain changes, the first two hold a spare 2648garland over her head, at which the other four make 2649reverend curtsies. Then the two that held the garland 2650deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same 2651order in their changes, and holding the garland over her 2652head. Which done, they deliver the same garland to the 2653last two, who likewise observe the same order. At which 2654(as it were by inspiration), she makes (in her sleep), signs of 2655rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven. And so in 2656their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. 2657The music continues. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone
4.2.932659And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Madam, we are here.
It is not you I call for,
None, madam.
No? Saw you not even now a blessed troupe
4.2.992665Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces
4.2.1022668And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
4.2.1032669I am not worthy yet to weare: I shall assuredly.
I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Bid the music leave.
2673They are harsh and heavy to me.
Do you note
4.2.1082675How much her grace is altered on the sudden?
4.2.1092676How long her face is drawn; how pale she looks,
She is going, wench. Pray, pray.
Hea en comfort her.
And't like your grace ...
You are a saucy fellow.
You are too blame,
4.2.1172685Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
I humbly do entreat your highness's pardon.
4.2.1202688My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying
Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow
2691Let me ne'er see again.
2692Enter Lord Capuchius. 4.2.1242694You should be lord ambassador from the emperor
Madam, the same. Your servant.
O, my lord,
4.2.1282698The times and titles now are altered strangely
Noble lady,
4.2.1332703First mine own service to your grace; the next
4.2.1352705Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
4.2.1372707And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
O my good lord, that comfort comes too late.
4.2.1402710That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me.
4.2.1412711But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.
Madam, in good health.
So may he ever do, and ever flourish
4.2.1452715When I shall dwell with worm and my poor name
4.2.1462716Banished the kingdom. Patience, is that letter
No, madam.
Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
Most willing, madam.
In which I have commended to his goodness
4.2.1532723The model of our chaste loves: his young daughter.
4.2.1542724The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her,
4.2.1552725Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding.
4.2.1582728To love her for her mother's sake, that loved him,
4.2.1612731Is that his noble grace would have some pity
4.2.1652735(And now I should not lie), but will deserve
4.2.1692739And sure those men are happy that shall have 'em.
4.2.1702740The last is for my men: they are the poorest
4.2.1722742That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
4.2.1742744If Heaven had pleased to have given me longer life
4.2.1762746These are the whole contents and good my lord,
4.2.1782748As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
4.2.1792749Stand these poor peoples' friend and urge the king
By heaven I will,
I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
4.2.1862756Out of this world. Tell him in death I blessed him,
4.2.1872757For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
4.2.1902760Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,
4.2.1922762With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
4.2.1942764Then lay me forth, although unqueened, yet like