Cap. By heav'n, I will; Or let me lofe the fashion of a man! Cath. I thank you, honeft Lord. Remember me In all humility unto his Highness ; And tell him, his long trouble now is paffing -nay, Patience, You must not leave me yet. I muft to bed'Call in more women- -When I'm dead, good wench, Let me be us'd with honour; ftrew me over With maiden flow'rs, that all the world may know I was a chafte wife to my grave; embalm me, Then lay me forth; although unqueen'd, yet like A Queen, and daughter to a King, interr me. I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Catharine. АСТ A CT V. SCENE, before the Palace. Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. Boy. It hath ftruck. Gard. Thefe fhould be hours for neceflities, Not for delights; times, to repair our nature With comforting repofe, and not for us To waste these times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas ; Lov. Came you from the King, my Lord? Lov. I must to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. Gard. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell; what's the matter? It feems, you are in hafte : And if there be No great offence belongs to't, give your friend Some touch of your late bufinefs. Affairs, that walk (As they fay, fpirits do,) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That feeks dispatch by day. Lov. My Lord, I love you : And durft commend a fecret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The Queen's in labour, They fay, in great extremity; 'tis fear'd, She'll with the labour end. Gard. The fruit fhe goes with I pray for heartily, that it may find Good time, and live; but for the ftock, Sir Thomas, VOL. V. R I wish I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the Amen; and yet my confcience fays, Gard. But, Sir, Sir Hear me, Sir Thomas You're a gentleman Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i'th' kingdom; as for Cromwell, Gard. Yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd That does infect the land; with which they mov'd, [Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Lov. Many good nights, my Lord; I reft your fervant. [Exit Lovell. SCENE SCENE changes to an Apartment in the Palace. King Enter King and Suffolk. Harles, I will play no more to-night; CH My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. Nor fhall not, when my fancy's on my play. Re-enter Lovell. Now, Lovell, from the Queen what is the news? King. What fay'ft thou! ha! Το pray for her! what! is the crying out! Lov. So faid her woman, and that her fuff'rance made Almost each pang a death. King. Alas, good lady! Suf. God fafely quit her of her burden, and With gentle travel, to the gladding of Your Highness with an heir! King. "Tis midnight, Charles; Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy pray'rs remember Th' eftate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone; For I must think of that, which company Would not be friendly to. Suf. I wish your Highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will Remember in my prayers. King. Charles, a good night: Well, Sir, what follows? [Exit Suffolk. Enter Sir Anthony Denny. Denny. Sir, I have brought my Lord the Arch-bishop, As you commanded me. King. Ha! Canterbury ! Denny. Yea, my good Lord. Denny. He attends your Highness' pleasure. King. 'Tis true where is he, Denny? [Exit Denny. [Afide. King. Bring him to us. Lov. This is about that, which the Bishop spake; I am happily come hither. Enter Cranmer and Denny. King. Avoid the gallery. Ha!I have faid What! Cran. I am fearful "Tis his afpect of terror. -be gone. [Lovell feemeth to stay: [Exeunt Lovell and Denny. wherefore frowns he thus ? King. How now, my Lord? you do defire to know, Wherefore I fent for you. Cran. It is my duty T'attend your Highness' pleasure. King. Pray you, rise; My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury: Come, you and I must walk a turn together: I've news to tell you. Come, give me your hand. Grievous complaints of you; which being confider'd, To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us, It |