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In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me,
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not :
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.-Lead me in -
To the last penny; 't is the king's: my robe,
I dare now call mine own.-O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Crom. Good sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have. Farewell
The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.
END OF ACT III.
An Apartment at Kimbolton.
Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick, attended by CROMWELL, PATIENCE, AGATHA, and CICELY, who lead her to her chair.
Crom. How does your grace?
Kath. O, Cromwell, sick to death:
My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth,
Didst thou not tell me, Cromwell, as thou led'st me, That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, Was dead?
Crom. Yes, madam; but I think, your grace, Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. Kath. 'Pry'thee, good Cromwell, tell me how he died:
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,
For my example.
Crom. Well, the voice goes, madam:
For after the stout earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,
He could not sit his mule.
Kath. Alas, poor man!
Crom. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester; Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words,—O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity!
So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness.
Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this,
Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
Crom. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
Kath. Yes, good Cromwell;
I were malicious else.
Crom. This cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died, fearing heaven.
Now in his ashes bonour: Peace be with him!-
[PATIENCE sings.-KATHARINE falls asleep.]
Take, O, take me to your care;
Speed to your bless'd courts my flight,
Kath. (Wakes.) Spirits of peace, where are ye?
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Crom. Madam, we're here.
Kath. It is not you I call for :
Saw ye none enter, since I slept ?
Crom. None, madam.
Kath. No saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
They promis'd me eternal happiness;
And brought me garlands, Cromwell, which I feel
Crom. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Possess your fancy.
Guil. An't like your grace,Kath. You are a sawcy fellow Deserve we no more reverence ?
Crom. You are to blame,
Guil. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
Kath. Admit him entrance, Cromwell:-But this fellow
Let me ne'er see again.
[Exeunt GUILDFORD, and CROMWell.
Enter CROMWELL, and CAPUCIUS.
If my sight fail not,
You should be lord embassador from the emperor,
Kath. O my lord,
The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely
Cap. Noble lady,
First, mine own service to your grace; the next,
The king's request that I would visit you;
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution:
That gentle physick, given in time, had cur❜d me; But now I'm past all comforts here, but prayers.How does his highness?
Cap. Madam, in good health.
Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom !-Patience, is that letter,
I caus'd you write, yet sent away ?
Pat. No, madam.
[Presents the letter.
Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king.
Cap. Most willing, madam.