Q. Kath.
Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles ^note;
Sing, and disperse 'em ^note, if thou canst: leave working.

Song
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
  Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung ^note, as sun and showers
  There had made ^note a lasting spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
  Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart ^note
  Fall asleep, or hearing die. Enter a Gentleman.

Q. Kath.
How now!

Gent.
An't ^note please your grace, the two great cardinals
Wait in the presence.

Q. Kath.
Would they speak with me?

Gent.
They will'd me say so, madam.

Q. Kath.
Pray their graces
To come near. [Exit Gent. ^note] What can be their business
With me, a poor weak woman, fall'n from favour?
I do not like their coming. Now I think on't, ^note
They should be good men, their affairs as ^note righteous:
But all hoods make not monks. Enter the two Cardinals, Wolsey and Campeius. ^note

Wol.
Peace to your highness!

Q. Kath.
Your graces find me here part of a housewife;
I would be all, against ^note the worst may happen.
What are your pleasures with me, reverend ^note lords?

Wol.
May it please you, noble madam, to withdraw
Into your private chamber, we shall give you
The full cause of our coming.

Q. Kath.
Speak it here;
There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience,
Deserves a corner: would all other women
Could speak this with as free a soul as I do!
My lords, I care not, so much I am happy
Above a number, if my actions
Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw 'em,
Envy and base opinion set against 'em,
I know my life so even. If your business
Seek ^{note note} me out, and that way ^note I am wife ^note in ^note,
Out with it boldly: truth loves open dealing.

Wol.

Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina serenissima,—

Q. Kath.
O, good ^note my lord, no Latin;

I am not such a truant since my coming,
As not to know the language I have lived in:
A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious ^note;
Pray speak in English: here are some will thank you,
If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake;
Believe me, she has had much wrong: lord cardinal,
The willing'st sin I ever yet committed
May be absolved in English.

Wol.
Noble lady,
I am ^note sorry my integrity should ^note breed,
And service to his majesty and you,
So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant ^note.
We come not by the way of accusation,
To taint that honour every good tongue blesses,
Nor to betray you any way to sorrow—
You have too much, good lady—but to know
How you stand minded in the weighty difference
Between the king and you, and to deliver,
Like free and honest men, our just opinions
And comforts to your ^note cause.

Cam.
Most honour'd ^note madam,
My Lord of York, out of his noble nature,
Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace,
Forgetting, like a good man, your late censure
Both of his truth and him, which was too far,
Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace,
His service and his counsel. ^note

Q. Kath. [Aside]
To betray me ^note.—
My lords, I thank you both for your good wills;
Ye speak like honest men; pray God, ye prove so!
But how to make ye suddenly an answer,
In such a point of weight, so near mine honour,
More near my life, I fear, with my weak wit,
And to such men of gravity and learning,

In truth, I know not. I was set at work
Among my maids, full little, God knows, looking
Either for such men or such business.
For her sake that I have been—for I feel
The last fit of my greatness—good your graces,
Let me have time and counsel ^note for my cause:
Alas, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless!

Wol.
Madam, you wrong the king's love with these ^note fears ^note:
Your hopes and friends are infinite.

Q. Kath.
In England ^note
But little for my profit: can ^note you think, lords,
That any Englishman dare give me counsel?
Or be a known friend, 'gainst his ^note highness' pleasure—
Though he be grown so desperate to be honest—
And live a subject? Nay ^note, forsooth, my friends,
They that must weigh out ^note my afflictions,
They that my trust must grow to, live not here:
They are, as all my other comforts ^note, far ^note hence
In mine own country, lords.

Cam.
I would your grace
Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.

Q. Kath.
How, sir?

Cam.
Put your main cause into the king's protection;
He's loving and most gracious: 'twill be much
Both for your honour better ^note and your cause;
For if the trial of the law o'ertake ye,
You'll part away disgraced.

Wol.
He tells you rightly.

Q. Kath.
Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruin:
Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye!
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge
That no king can corrupt.

Cam.
Your rage ^note mistakes us.

Q. Kath.
The more shame for ye: holy men I thought ye ^note,
Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues;
But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear ^note ye ^{note note}:
Mend 'em ^note, for shame, my lords. Is this your comfort?
The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady,
A woman lost among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd?
I will not wish ye half my miseries;
I have more charity: but say, I warn'd ye;
Take heed, for heaven's sake, take heed ^note, lest at once
The burthen of my sorrows fall upon ye.

Wol. ^note
Madam, this is a mere distraction;
You turn the good we offer into envy.

Q. Kath.
Ye turn me into nothing: woe upon ye,
And all such false professors! would you have me—
If you have any justice, any pity,
If ye ^note be any thing but churchmen's habits—
Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?
Alas, has ^note banish'd me his bed already,
His love, too long ^note ago! I am ^note old, my lords,
And all the fellowship I hold now with him
Is only my ^note obedience. What can happen
To me above this wretchedness? all your studies
Make me a curse like this. ^note

Cam.
Your fears are worse. ^note

Q. Kath.
Have I lived thus long—let me speak myself,
Since virtue finds no friends—a wife, a true one?
A woman, I dare say without vain-glory,
Never yet branded with suspicion?
Have I with all my full affections
Still met the king? loved him next heaven? obey'd him?
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?

Almost forgot my prayers to content him?
And am I thus rewarded? 'tis not well, lords.
Bring me a constant woman to her husband,
One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure,
And to that woman, when she has done most,
Yet will I add an honour, a great patience.

Wol. ^note
Madam, you wander from the good we aim at ^note.

Q. Kath.
My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty ^note,
To give up willingly that noble title
Your master wed me to: nothing but death
Shall e'er divorce my dignities.

Wol. ^note
Pray, hear me. ^note

Q. Kath.
Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
Ye have ^note angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
What will ^note become of me now, wretched lady!
I am the most unhappy woman living. ^note
Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes!
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,
No friends, no hope; no kindred weep for me;
Almost no grave allow'd me: like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.

Wol. ^note
If your grace
Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,
You'ld ^note feel more comfort: why should we, good lady,
Upon what cause, wrong you? alas, our places,
The way of our profession is against it:
We are to cure ^note such sorrows, not to sow 'em ^note.
For goodness' sake, consider what you do;
How you may hurt yourself, ay ^note, utterly
Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage.
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,

So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits
They swell, and grow ^note as terrible as storms.
I know you have a gentle, noble ^note temper,
A soul as even as a calm: pray think us
Those we profess, peace-makers, friends and servants.

Cam.
Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your virtues ^note
With these weak women's fears: a noble spirit,
As yours was put into you, ever casts
Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you ^note;
Beware you lose it ^note not: for us, if you please ^note
To trust us in your business, we are ready
To use our utmost studies in your service.

Q. Kath.
Do what ye ^note will, my lords: and pray forgive me ^note,
If I have used myself unmannerly; ^note
You know I am a woman, lacking wit
To make a seemly answer to such persons.
Pray do my service to his majesty:
He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers
While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers,
Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs
That little thought, when she set footing here,
She should have bought her dignities so dear. [Exeunt. ^note

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