He were mine enemy? what friend of mine, 521 And process of this time, you can report, A prince most prudent, of an excellent 531 That they had gather'd a wise council to them humbly Beseech you, sir, to spare me, 'till I may Your pleasure be fulfill'd! Wol. You have here, lady 540 (And of your choice), these reverend fathers; men Of singular integrity and learning, Yea, the elect of the land, who are assembled To plead your cause: It shall be therefore bootless, That longer you defer the court; as well For your own quiet, as to rectify What is unsettled in the king. Cam. His grace 550 Hath spoken well, and justly: Therefore, madam, It's fit this royal session do proceed; And that, without delay, their arguments Be now produc'd, and heard. Queen. Lord cardinal To you I speak. Wol. Your pleasure, madam ? Queen. Sir, 560 I am about to weep; but, thinking that We are a queen (or long have dream'd so), certain, The daughter of a king, my drops of tears I'll turn to sparks of fire. Wol. Be patient yet. Queen. I will, when you are humble; nay, before, Or God will punish me. I do believe, Induc'd by potent circumstances, that 570 You are mine enemy; and make my challenge, Refuse you for my judge; whom, yet once more, At At all a friend to truth. Wol. I do profess, You speak not like yourself; who ever yet 580 O'er-topping woman's power. Madam, you do me wrong: I have no spleen against you; nor injustice Or how far further shall, is warranted By a commission from the consistory, Yea, the whole consistory of Rome. You charge me, That I have blown this coal: I do deny it: The king is present; If it be known to him, 590 It lies, to cure me: and the cure is, to Remove these thoughts from you: The which before And to say so no more. Queen. My lord, my lord, I am a simple woman, much too weak 600 To oppose your cunning. You are meek, and hum ble-mouth'd; You sign your place and calling, in full seeming, With meekness and humility; but your heart Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride. 610 [She curt'sies to the King, and offers to depart. Cam. The queen is obstinate, Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and She's going away. King. Call her again. 620 Crier. Katharine, queen of England, come into the court. Usher. Madam, you are call'd back. Queen. What need you note it? pray you, keep your way: When you are call'd, return.-Now the Lord help, They vex me past my patiencel-pray you, pass on: I will not tarry; no, nor ever more, Upon this business, my appearance make In any of their courts. [Exeunt Queen, and her Attendants. King. Go thy ways, Kate: That man i'the world, who shall report he has 630 A better A better wife, let him in nought be trusted, Carried herself towards me. Wol. Most gracious sir, 640 In humblest manner I require your highness, Or touch of her good person ? King. My lord cardinal, I do excuse you; yea, upon mine honour, - 651 660 |