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ACT IV.
Scene I. A street in Westminster.
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.
First Gent. You're well met once again.
Sec. Gent. So are you.[639]
First Gent. You come to take your stand here and behold
The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?[640]
The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?[640]
Sec. Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,
The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 5
The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 5
First Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow;
This, general joy.
This, general joy.
Sec. Gent. 'Tis well: the citizens,
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds—[641][642]
As, let'em have their rights, they are ever forward—[642][643]
In celebration of this day with shows,[644] 10
Pageants and sights of honour.
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds—[641][642]
As, let'em have their rights, they are ever forward—[642][643]
In celebration of this day with shows,[644] 10
Pageants and sights of honour.
First Gent. Never greater,
Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
First Gent. Yes; 'tis the list
Of those that claim their offices this day 15
By custom of the coronation.
The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
To be high-steward; next, the Duke of Norfolk,
He to be earl marshal: you may read the rest.[647]
Of those that claim their offices this day 15
By custom of the coronation.
The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
To be high-steward; next, the Duke of Norfolk,
He to be earl marshal: you may read the rest.[647]
Sec. Gent. I thank you, sir: had I not known those customs,[648] 20
I should have been beholding to your paper.[649]
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?
I should have been beholding to your paper.[649]
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?
First Gent. That I can tell you too. The Archbishop[650]
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other 25
Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off[651]
From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
She was often cited by them, but appear'd not:[652]
And, to be short, for not appearance and[653] 30
The king's late scruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned men she was divorced,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which she was removed to Kimbolton,[654]
Where she remains now sick.
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other 25
Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off[651]
From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
She was often cited by them, but appear'd not:[652]
And, to be short, for not appearance and[653] 30
The king's late scruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned men she was divorced,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which she was removed to Kimbolton,[654]
Where she remains now sick.
Sec. Gent. Alas, good lady! 35
[Trumpets.[655]
The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.
[Hautboys.
THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION.
1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets.
2. Then two Judges.
3. Lord Chancellor, with purse and mace before him.
4. Choristers, singing. Musicians.
5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head he wears a gilt copper crown.
6. Marquess Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove, crowned with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS.
7. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high-steward. With him, the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS.
8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side her, the Bishops of London and Winchester.
9. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train.
10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.
They pass over the stage in order and state.[656]
Sec. Gent. A royal train, believe me. These I know:
Who's that that bears the sceptre?[657]
Who's that that bears the sceptre?[657]
First Gent. Marquess Dorset:
And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.
And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.
Sec. Gent. A bold brave gentleman. That should be[658] 40
The Duke of Suffolk?
The Duke of Suffolk?
First Gent. 'Tis the same: high-steward.
Sec. Gent. And that my Lord of Norfolk?
First Gent. Yes.
Sec. Gent. [Looking on the Queen] Heaven bless thee![659]
Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.
Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;
Our king has all the Indies in his arms, 45
And more and richer, when he strains that lady:[660]
I cannot blame his conscience.
Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.
Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;
Our king has all the Indies in his arms, 45
And more and richer, when he strains that lady:[660]
I cannot blame his conscience.
Sec. Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.[662] 50
I take it, she that carries up the train
Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.[663]
I take it, she that carries up the train
Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.[663]
First Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses.
Sec. Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed,
And sometimes falling ones.
And sometimes falling ones.
First Gent. No more of that. 55
[Exit procession; and then a great flourish of trumpets.[664]
Enter a third Gentleman.
First Gent. God save you, sir! where have you been broiling?[665]
Third Gent. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a finger
Could not be wedged in more: I am stifled[666]
With the mere rankness of their joy.
Could not be wedged in more: I am stifled[666]
With the mere rankness of their joy.
Third Gent. That I did.[668]
First Gent. How was it? 60
Third Gent. Well worth the seeing.
See. Gent. Good sir, speak it to us.
Third Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream
Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen
To a prepared place in the choir, fell off
A distance from her; while her grace sat down 65
To rest awhile, some half an hour or so,
In a rich chair of state, opposing freely[669]
The beauty of her person to the people.
Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman
That ever lay by man: which when the people 70
Had the full view of, such a noise arose
As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
As loud and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks,—
Doublets, I think,—flew up; and had their faces
Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy 75
I never saw before. Great-bellied women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the press,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could say 'This is my wife' there, all were woven[670] 80
So strangely in one piece.
Of lords and ladies, having brought the queen
To a prepared place in the choir, fell off
A distance from her; while her grace sat down 65
To rest awhile, some half an hour or so,
In a rich chair of state, opposing freely[669]
The beauty of her person to the people.
Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman
That ever lay by man: which when the people 70
Had the full view of, such a noise arose
As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
As loud and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks,—
Doublets, I think,—flew up; and had their faces
Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy 75
I never saw before. Great-bellied women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the press,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could say 'This is my wife' there, all were woven[670] 80
So strangely in one piece.
Sec. Gent. But what follow'd?[671]
Third Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest paces
Came to the altar, where she kneel'd and saintlike
Cast her fair eyes to heaven and pray'd devoutly;
Then rose again and bow'd her to the people; 85
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal makings of a queen,[672]
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, 90
With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted,
And with the same full state paced back again
To York-place, where the feast is held.
Came to the altar, where she kneel'd and saintlike
Cast her fair eyes to heaven and pray'd devoutly;
Then rose again and bow'd her to the people; 85
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal makings of a queen,[672]
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, 90
With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
Together sung 'Te Deum.' So she parted,
And with the same full state paced back again
To York-place, where the feast is held.
First Gent. Sir,[673]
You must no more call it York-place; that's past;[673] 95
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost:
'Tis now the king's, and call'd Whitehall.
You must no more call it York-place; that's past;[673] 95
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost:
'Tis now the king's, and call'd Whitehall.
Sec. Gent. What two reverend bishops
Were those that went on each side of the queen? 100
Were those that went on each side of the queen? 100
Third Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester,[675]
Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,
The other, London.
Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,
The other, London.
Sec. Gent. He of Winchester
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,[676]
The virtuous Cranmer.
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,[676]
The virtuous Cranmer.
Third Gent. All the land knows that: 105
However, yet there is no great breach; when it comes,[677]
Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
However, yet there is no great breach; when it comes,[677]
Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
Sec. Gent. Who may that be, I pray you?
Third Gent. Thomas Cromwell;[678]
A man in much esteem with the king, and truly[678]
A worthy friend. The king has made him master[678][679][680] 110
O' the jewel house,[678][679][681]
And one, already, of the privy council.[679][681]
A man in much esteem with the king, and truly[678]
A worthy friend. The king has made him master[678][679][680] 110
O' the jewel house,[678][679][681]
And one, already, of the privy council.[679][681]
Sec. Gent. He will deserve more.[681]
Third Gent. Yes, without all doubt.[681]
Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way,[682][683]
Which is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests:[682][684] 115
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
I'll tell ye more.
Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way,[682][683]
Which is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests:[682][684] 115
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
I'll tell ye more.
Both. You may command us, sir. [Exeunt.
Scene II. Kimbolton.
Enter Katharine, Dowager, sick; led between Griffith, her Gentleman Usher, and Patience, her woman.
Grif. How does your grace?
Kath. O Griffith, sick to death!
My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,[685]
Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair.
So; now, methinks, I feel a little ease.[686]
Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,[687] 5
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead?[688]
My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,[685]
Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair.
So; now, methinks, I feel a little ease.[686]
Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,[687] 5
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead?[688]
Grif. Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.
Kath. Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he died:
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,[689] 10
For my example.
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,[689] 10
For my example.
Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam:
For after the stout Earl Northumberland[690]
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
As a man sorely tainted, to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill 15
He could not sit his mule.
For after the stout Earl Northumberland[690]
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
As a man sorely tainted, to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill 15
He could not sit his mule.
Kath. Alas, poor man!
Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his covent, honourably received him;[691]
To whom he gave these words, 'O father abbot, 20
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
Pursued him still; and three nights after this, 25
About the hour of eight, which he himself
Foretold should be his last, full of repentance,[692]
Continual meditations, tears and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,[693]
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. 30
Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his covent, honourably received him;[691]
To whom he gave these words, 'O father abbot, 20
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
Pursued him still; and three nights after this, 25
About the hour of eight, which he himself
Foretold should be his last, full of repentance,[692]
Continual meditations, tears and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,[693]
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. 30
Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him![694]
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with charity. He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes; one that by suggestion 35
Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair-play:[695]
His own opinion was his law: i' the presence
He would say untruths, and be ever double
Both in his words and meaning: he was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful: 40
His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he is now, nothing:[696]
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with charity. He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes; one that by suggestion 35
Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair-play:[695]
His own opinion was his law: i' the presence
He would say untruths, and be ever double
Both in his words and meaning: he was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful: 40
His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he is now, nothing:[696]
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.
Grif. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues 45
We write in water. May it please your highness
To hear me speak his good now?
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues 45
We write in water. May it please your highness
To hear me speak his good now?
Kath. Yes, good Griffith;
I were malicious else.
I were malicious else.
Grif. This Cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.[697] 50
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken and persuading:
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
And though he were unsatisfied in getting, 55
Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely: ever witness for him
Those twins of learning that he raised in you,
Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,[698]
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;[699] 60
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself, 65
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.[697] 50
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken and persuading:
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
And though he were unsatisfied in getting, 55
Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely: ever witness for him
Those twins of learning that he raised in you,
Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,[698]
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;[699] 60
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself, 65
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions, 70
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: peace be with him! 75
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:
I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating[700]
On that celestial harmony I go to. 80
No other speaker of my living actions, 70
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: peace be with him! 75
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:
I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I named my knell, whilst I sit meditating[700]
On that celestial harmony I go to. 80
[Sad and solemn music.
Grif. She is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet,
For fear we wake her: softly, gentle Patience.
For fear we wake her: softly, gentle Patience.
The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays or palm in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which the other four make reverent curtsies; then the two that held the garland deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, as it were by inspiration, she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues.[701]
Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone,[702]
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Grif. Madam, we are here.
Kath. It is not you I call for: 85
Saw ye none enter since I slept?
Saw ye none enter since I slept?
Grif. 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?[703]
They promised me eternal happiness, 90
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, assuredly.[704]
Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?[703]
They promised me eternal happiness, 90
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, assuredly.[704]
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Possess your fancy.
Possess your fancy.
Kath. Bid the music leave;
They are harsh and heavy to me. [Music ceases.[705]
They are harsh and heavy to me. [Music ceases.[705]
Pat. Do you note 95
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden?
How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks,
And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes![706]
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden?
How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks,
And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes![706]
Grif. She is going, wench: pray, pray.
Pat. Heaven comfort her!
Enter a Messenger.[707]
Mess. An't like your grace,—[708]
Kath. You are a saucy fellow: 100
Deserve we no more reverence?
Deserve we no more reverence?
Grif. You are to blame,[709]
Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,[710]
To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.
Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,[710]
To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.
Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon;
My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying 105
A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying 105
A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: but this fellow
Let me ne'er see again. [Exeunt Griffith and Messenger.
Let me ne'er see again. [Exeunt Griffith and Messenger.
Re-enter Griffith, with Capucius.[711]
If my sight fail not,
You should be lord ambassador from the emperor,
My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.[712] 110
You should be lord ambassador from the emperor,
My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.[712] 110
Cap. Madam, the same; your servant.
Kath. O, my lord,
The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
With me since first you knew me. But, I pray you,[713]
What is your pleasure with me?
The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
With me since first you knew me. But, I pray you,[713]
What is your pleasure with me?
Cap. Noble lady,
First, mine own service to your grace; the next, 115
The king's request that I would visit you;
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
Sends you his princely commendations,
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
First, mine own service to your grace; the next, 115
The king's request that I would visit you;
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
Sends you his princely commendations,
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 120
'Tis like a pardon after execution:
That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me;
But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.
How does his highness?
'Tis like a pardon after execution:
That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me;
But now I am past all comforts here but prayers.
How does his highness?
Cap. Madam, in good health.
Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, 125
When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name
Banish'd the kingdom! Patience, is that letter,
I caused you write, yet sent away?
When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name
Banish'd the kingdom! Patience, is that letter,
I caused you write, yet sent away?
Pat. No, madam.
[Giving it to Katharine.[714]
Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver[715]
This to my lord the king.
This to my lord the king.
Cap. Most willing, madam.[716] 130
Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter,—
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!—
Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding—
She is young and of a noble modest nature: 135
I hope she will deserve well—and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that loved him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition[717]
Is that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long 140
Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully:
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,—
And now I should not lie—but will deserve,[718]
For virtue and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty and decent carriage, 145
A right good husband, let him be a noble:[719]
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em.
The last is, for my men; they are the poorest,[720]
But poverty could never draw 'em from me;
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em, 150
And something over to remember me by:[721]
If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life[722]
And able means, we had not parted thus.[723]
These are the whole contents: and, good my lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world, 155
As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter,—
The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!—
Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding—
She is young and of a noble modest nature: 135
I hope she will deserve well—and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that loved him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition[717]
Is that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long 140
Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully:
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,—
And now I should not lie—but will deserve,[718]
For virtue and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty and decent carriage, 145
A right good husband, let him be a noble:[719]
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em.
The last is, for my men; they are the poorest,[720]
But poverty could never draw 'em from me;
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em, 150
And something over to remember me by:[721]
If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life[722]
And able means, we had not parted thus.[723]
These are the whole contents: and, good my lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world, 155
As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.
Cap. By heaven, I will,
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!
Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me 160
In all humility unto his highness:
Say his long trouble now is passing[724]
Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him,
For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,[725] 165
You must not leave me yet: I must to bed;
Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,[726]
Let me be used with honour: strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, 170
Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet like
A queen and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Katharine.
In all humility unto his highness:
Say his long trouble now is passing[724]
Out of this world; tell him, in death I bless'd him,
For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,[725] 165
You must not leave me yet: I must to bed;
Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,[726]
Let me be used with honour: strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, 170
Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet like
A queen and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more. [Exeunt, leading Katharine.