Is this your christian counsel? out upon ye! Cam. Your rage mistakes us. Q. Kath. The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye, Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues; The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady? 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, And all such false professors! Would ye (If you have any justice, any pity; have me If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits) Cam. SHAK. Your fears are worse. IX. Q. Kath. Have I lived 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? loved him next heaven? obey'd him? Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him! 1 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 angels' faces, but Heaven knows your hearts. 1 Served him with superstitious attention. What will become of me now, wretched lady? Wol. If your grace Could but be brought to know our ends are honest, You'd feel more comfort. Why should we, good lady, Upon what cause, wrong you? alas! our places, We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow them. Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage. So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits, Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and ser |