king henry viii(亨利八世)-第16节
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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
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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 promis'd 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 earthly 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 behaviour。
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。 Exit MESSENGER
Enter LORD CAPUCIUS
If my sight fail not； You should be Lord Ambassador from the
Emperor； My royal nephew； and your name Capucius。 CAPUCIUS。
Madam； the sameyour 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
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pardon after execution： That gentle physic； given in time； had cur'd me；
But now I am past all 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 caus'd 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 welland a little To love her for her
mother's sake； that lov'd 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 liebut 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 menthey 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 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。
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 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；
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inter me。 I can no more。 Exeunt； leading KATHARINE
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ACT V。
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ACT V。 SCENE 1。
London。 A gallery in the palace
Enter GARDINER； BISHOP OF WINCHESTER； a PAGE with a
torch before him； met by SIR THOMAS LOVELL
GARDINER。 It's one o'clock； boy； is't not？ BOY。 It hath struck。
GARDINER。 These should be hours for necessities； Not for delights；
times to repair our nature With comforting repose； and not for us To waste
these times。 Good hour of night； Sir Thomas！ Whither so late？ LOVELL。
Came you from the King； my lord？ GARDINER。 I did； Sir Thomas； and
left him at primero With the Duke of Suffolk。 LOVELL。 I must to him too；
Before he go to bed。 I'll take my leave。 GARDINER。 Not yet； Sir Thomas
Lovell。 What's the matter？ It seems you are in haste。 An if there be No
great offence belongs to't； give your friend Some touch of your late
business。 Affairs that walk As they say spirits doat midnight； have In
them a wilder nature than the business That seeks despatch by day。
LOVELL。 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 She'll with the labour end。 GARDINER。 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。 LOVELL。 Methinks I
could Cry thee amen； and yet my conscience says She's a good creature；
and； sweet lady； does Deserve our better wishes。 GARDINER。 But； sir； sir…
… Hear me； Sir Thomas。 Y'are a gentleman Of mine own way； I know you
wise； religious； And； let me tell you； it will ne'er be well 'Twill not； Sir
Thomas Lovell； take't of me Till Cranmer； Cromwell； her two hands； and
she； Sleep in their graves。 LOVELL。 Now； sir； you speak of two The most
remark'd i' th' kingdom。 As for Cromwell； Beside that of the Jewel House；
is made Master O' th' Rolls； and the King's secretary； further； sir； Stands in
the gap and trade of moe preferments； With which the time will load him。
Th' Archbishop Is the King's hand and tongue； and who dare speak One
syllable against him？ GARDINER。 Yes； yes； Sir Thomas； There are that
dare； and I myself have ventur'd To speak my mind of him； and indeed this
day； SirI may tell it youI think I have Incens'd the lords o' th' Council；
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