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,
For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty, and decent carriage,

A right good husband, let him be a noble;

CAP.

And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them.

The last is, for my men ;-they are the poorest,

But poverty could never draw them from me;-
That they may have their wages duly paid them,
And something over to remember me by;
If Heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
And able means, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents:-And, good my lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world,
As you wish christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.

By Heaven, I will;
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

KATH. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me

In all humility unto his highness:

Say, his long trouble now is passing

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,
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;

Call in more women.-When I am dead, good wench,
Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me,
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.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-A Gallery in the Palace.

Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him.

Lov.

Came you from the king, my lord?

GAR. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primero

With the duke of Suffolk.

Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.

GAR. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the matter?
It seems you are in haste: an if there be

Lov.

No great offence belongs to 't, give your friend
Some touch of your late business: Affairs that walk
(As, they say, spirits do) at midnight, have

In them a wilder nature, than the business
That seeks despatch by day.

My lord, I love you;

And durst commend a secret to your ear

Much weightier than this work. The queen 's in labour,
They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,

GAR.

Lov.

She 'll with the labour end.

The fruit she goes with,

I pray for heartily; that it may find

Good time, and live; but for the stock, sir Thomas,

I wish it grubb'd up now.

Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Deserve our better wishes.

GAR.

Lov.

But, sir, sir,

Hear me, sir Thomas: You are a gentleman
Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,—

"T will not, sir Thomas Lovell, take 't of me,-
Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and she,
Sleep in their graves.

Now, sir, you speak of two
The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell,-
Beside that of the jewel-house, he 's made master
O' the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
Stands in the gap and tradea of more preferments,
With which the time will load him: The archbishop
Is the king's hand and tongue: And who dare speak
One syllable against him?

GAR.

Yes, yes, sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,

Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think I have

a Trade-habitual course, path trodden. See 'Richard II.,' Act III., Scene 4.

Insens'd the lords o' the council, that he is

(For so I know he is, they know he is)

A most arch heretic, a pestilence

That does infect the land: with which they mov'd,
Have broken with the king; who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace
And princely care, foreseeing those fell mischiefs
Our reasons laid before him,) he hath commanded,
To-morrow morning to the council-board

He be convented". He's a rank weed, sir Thomas,
And we must root him out. From your affairs
I hinder you too long: good night, sir Thomas.

Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your servant.

[Exeunt GARDINER and Page.

As LOVELL is going out, enter the KING, and the DUKE OF SUFfolk.

K. HEN. Charles, I will play no more to-night;

My mind 's not on 't, you are too hard for me. SUF. Sir, I did never win of you before.

K. HEN. But little, Charles;

Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.—
Now, Lovell, from the queen what is the news?

Lov. I could not personally deliver to her

What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message; who return'd her thanks
In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness
Most heartily to pray for her.

K. HEN.

What say'st thou? ha! To pray for her? what, is she crying out?

Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance made

a Broken with-communicated with. So in The Two Gentlemen of Verona:'"I am to break with thee of some affairs."

Convented-summoned.

My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.

Come, you and I must walk a turn together;

I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me your hand.

Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,

And am right sorry to repeat what follows;
I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,

Grievous complaints of you; which, being considered,

Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall
This morning come before us; where, I know,
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
But that, till further trial in those charges
Which will require your answer, you must take
Your patience to you, and be well contented

To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us,