ACT IV
SCENE II Kimbolton.


 [Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between
 GRIFFITH, her gentleman usher, and PATIENCE, her woman]

GRIFFITH How does your grace?

KATHARINE O Griffith, sick to death!
 My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,
 Willing to leave their burthen. Reach a chair:
 So; now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
 Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,
 That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey, Was dead?

GRIFFITH         Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
 Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.

KATHARINE Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he died:
 If well, he stepp'd before me, happily
 For my example.

GRIFFITH                   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.

KATHARINE Alas, poor man!

GRIFFITH At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
 Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
 With all his covent, honourably received 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
 Pursued him still: and, three nights after this,
 About the hour of eight, which he himself
 Foretold should be his last, full of repentance,
 Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
 He gave his honours to the world again,
 His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

KATHARINE So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
 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,
 Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair-play;
 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:
 His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
 But his performance, as he is now, nothing:
 Of his own body he was ill, and gave
 The clergy in example.

GRIFFITH Noble madam,
 Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
 We write in water. May it please your highness
 To hear me speak his good now?

KATHARINE Yes, good Griffith;
 I were malicious else.

GRIFFITH This cardinal,
 Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
 Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.
 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,
 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,
 Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
 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,
 And found the blessedness of being little:
 And, to add greater honours to his age
 Than man could give him, he died fearing God.

KATHARINE After my death I wish no other herald,
 No other speaker of my living actions,
 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!
 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
 On that celestial harmony I go to.

 [Sad and solemn music]

GRIFFITH She is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet,
 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]

KATHARINE Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone,
 And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?

GRIFFITH Madam, we are here.

KATHARINE It is not you I call for:
 Saw ye none enter since I slept?

GRIFFITH None, madam.

KATHARINE 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 promised me eternal happiness;
 And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
 I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, assuredly.

GRIFFITH I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
 Possess your fancy.

KATHARINE Bid the music leave,
 They are harsh and heavy to me.

 [Music ceases]

PATIENCE Do you note
 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!

GRIFFITH She is going, wench: pray, pray.

PATIENCE Heaven comfort her!

 [Enter a Messenger]

Messenger An't like your grace,--

KATHARINE You are a saucy fellow:
 Deserve we no more reverence?

GRIFFITH You are to blame,
 Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
 To use so rude behavior; go to, kneel.

Messenger I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon;
 My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying
 A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.

KATHARINE Admit him entrance, Griffith: but this fellow
 Let me ne'er see again.

 [Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger]

 [Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS]

   If my sight fail not,
 You should be lord ambassador from the emperor,
 My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.

CAPUCIUS Madam, the same; your servant.

KATHARINE O, my lord,
 The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
 With me since first you knew me. But, I pray you,
 What is your pleasure with me?

CAPUCIUS 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
 Sends you his princely commendations,
 And heartily entreats you take good comfort.

KATHARINE O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
 'Tis like a pardon after execution:
 That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me;
 But now I am past an comforts here, but prayers.
 How does his highness?

CAPUCIUS Madam, in good health.

KATHARINE 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 caused you write, yet sent away?

PATIENCE No, madam.

 [Giving it to KATHARINE]

KATHARINE Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
 This to my lord the king.

CAPUCIUS Most willing, madam.

KATHARINE 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,
 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
 Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
 Upon my wretched women, that so long
 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
 And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em.
 The last is, for my men; they are the poorest,
 But poverty could never draw 'em from me;
 That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
 And something over to remember me by:
 If heaven had pleased 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.

CAPUCIUS By heaven, I will,
 Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

KATHARINE 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 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,
 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]




 KING HENRY VIII


ACT V