Sad and folemn musick. Grif. She is afleep. Good wench, let's fit down quiet, For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience. The vifion. Enter folemnly one after another, fix perfonages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm in their bands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a fpare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend courtefies; then the two, that held the garland, deliver the fame to the other next two; who obferve the fame order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head; which done, they deliver the fame garland to the last two, who likewife obferve the fame order; at which, as it were by infpiration, he makes in her fleep figns of rejoicing, and boldeth up her hands to heaven; and fo in their dancing vanifh, carrying the garland with them. The mufick continues. Cath. Spirits of peace; where are ye? are ye gone ? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we're here. Cath. It is not you I call for; Saw ye none enter, fince I flept? Cath. No? faw you not e'en now a bleffed troop And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel VOL. V. Hh Cath. Cath. Bid the mufick leave, 'Tis harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note, [Mufick ceafes. How much her Grace is alter'd on the fudden? How long her face is drawn? how pale fhe looks, Grif. She is going, wench. Pray, pray-- Enter a Meffenger. Mef. An't like Cath. You are a fawcy fellow, Deserve we no more rev'rence? Knowing fhe will not lofe her wonted greatnefs, Mef. [Kneeling.] I humbly do intreat your Highnefs' pardon; My hafte made me unmannerly. There is staying fellow Let me ne'er fee again. Enter Lord Capucius. If my fight fail not, But this [Exit Messenger. You fhould be Lord ambaffador from the Emperor, My royal nephew; and your name Capucius. Cap. Madam, the fame, your fervant. Cath. O my Lord, The times and titles are now alter'd strangely With me, fince firft you knew me. But, I pray you, What is your pleasure with me? Cap. Noble lady, First, mine own fervice to your Grace; the next, Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me Sends Sends you his princely commendations, And heartily intreats you take good comfort. Catb. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution; That gentle phyfick, giv'n in time, had cur'd me; Cap. Madam, in good health. Cath. So may he ever do, and ever flourish, When I fhall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter, I caus'd you write, yet fent away? Pat. No, Madam. Cath. Sir, I must humbly pray you to deliver This to my Lord the King. Cap. Moft willing, Madam. Cath. In which I have commended to his goodneis To love her for her mother's fake, that lov'd him, A right good hufband, let him be a noble; And, fure, thofe men are happy, that shall have 'em. If If heav'n had pleas'd to've giv'n me longer life As you with chriftian peace to fouls departed, Cap. By heav'n, I will; Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Remember me And tell him, his long trouble now is paffing [Exeunt, leading Catharine, ACT ACT V. SCENE I. Before the Palace. Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, a Page with a torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. GARDINER. T's one o'clock, boy, is't not? IT'S Boy. It hath ftruck. Gard. Thefe fhould be hours for neceffities, 'Not for delights; time, to repair our nature With comforting repofe, and not for us To wafte thefe times. Good hour of night, Sir Thomas? Whither fo late? Lov. Came you from the King, my Lord? Gard. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolk. Lov. I muft to him too, Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. Gard. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell; what's the matter? It seems you're in hafte; and if there be In them a wilder nature, than the business Lov. My Lord, I love you. Not for delights] Gardiner himself is not much delighted. The delight at which he hints, feems to be the King's diverfion, which keeps him in attendance. 2 Some touch of your late bufinefs.] Some hint of the bu finefs that keeps you awake fo late. Hh 3 And |