Henry VIII
Act III, Scene 1
London. Queen Katherine’s apartment.
- Enter Queen and her Women as at work.
Queen Katherine
1 - 2- Take thy lute, wench, my soul grows sad with troubles.
- Sing, and disperse ’em if thou canst. Leave working.
Gentlewoman
3 - 14- 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, as sun and showers
- There had made 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
- Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
- Enter Griffith.
Queen Katherine
15- How now?
Griffith
16 - 17- And’t please your Grace, the two great Cardinals
- Wait in the presence.
Queen Katherine
18- Would they speak with me?
Griffith
19- They will’d me say so, madam.
Queen Katherine
20 - 26- Pray their Graces
- To come near.
- Exit Griffith.
- What can be their business
- With me, a poor weak woman, fall’n from favor?
- I do not like their coming. Now I think on’t,
- They should be good men, their affairs as righteous.
- But all hoods make not monks.
- Enter the two Cardinals, Wolsey and Campeius.
Cardinal Wolsey
27- Peace to your Highness!
Queen Katherine
28 - 30- Your Graces find me here part of a huswife
- (I would be all) against the worst may happen.
- What are your pleasures with me, reverent lords?
Cardinal Wolsey
31 - 33- May it please you, noble madam, to withdraw
- Into your private chamber, we shall give you
- The full cause of our coming.
Queen Katherine
34 - 44- 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 ev’ry tongue, ev’ry eye saw ’em,
- Envy and base opinion set against ’em,
- I know my life so even. If your business
- Seek me out, and that way I am wife in,
- Out with it boldly: truth loves open dealing.
Cardinal Wolsey
45- Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina serenissima—
Queen Katherine
46 - 54- O, good my lord, no Latin;
- I am not such a truant since my coming,
- As not to know the language I have liv’d in.
- A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious;
- 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 absolv’d in English.
Cardinal Wolsey
55 - 66- Noble lady,
- I am sorry my integrity should breed
- (And service to his Majesty and you)
- So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.
- We come not by the way of accusation
- To taint that honor 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 cause.
Campeius
67 - 73- Most honor’d 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.
Queen Katherine
74 - 87- Aside.
- To betray me.—
- 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 honor
- (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 for my cause.
- Alas, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless!
Cardinal Wolsey
88 - 89- Madam, you wrong the King’s love with these fears,
- Your hopes and friends are infinite.
Queen Katherine
90 - 99- In England
- But little for my profit; can you think, lords,
- That any Englishman dare give me counsel?
- Or be a known friend, ’gainst his Highness’ pleasure
- (Though he be grown so desperate to be honest),
- And live a subject? Nay forsooth, my friends,
- They that must weigh out my afflictions,
- They that my trust must grow to, live not here.
- They are (as all my other comforts) far hence
- In mine own country, lords.
Campeius
100 - 101- I would your Grace
- Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.
Queen Katherine
102- How, sir?
Campeius
103 - 107- Put your main cause into the King’s protection,
- He’s loving and most gracious. ’Twill be much
- Both for your honor better and your cause;
- For if the trial of the law o’ertake ye,
- You’ll part away disgrac’d.
Cardinal Wolsey
108- He tells you rightly.
Queen Katherine
109 - 112- 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.
Campeius
113- Your rage mistakes us.
Queen Katherine
114 - 123- The more shame for ye! Holy men I thought ye,
- Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues;
- But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear ye.
- Mend ’em 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, lest at once
- The burden of my sorrows fall upon ye.
Cardinal Wolsey
124 - 125- Madam, this is a mere distraction,
- You turn the good we offer into envy.
Queen Katherine
126 - 136- 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 be any thing but churchmen’s habits)
- Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?
- Alas, h’as banish’d me his bed already,
- His love, too long ago! I am old, my lords,
- And all the fellowship I hold now with him
- Is only my obedience. What can happen
- To me above this wretchedness? All your studies
- Make me a curse like this!
Campeius
137- Your fears are worse.
Queen Katherine
138 - 150- Have I liv’d thus long (let me speak myself,
- Since virtue finds no friends) a wife, a true one?
- A woman (I dare say without vainglory)
- Never yet branded with suspicion?
- Have I with all my full affections
- Still met the King? Lov’d him next heav’n? Obey’d him?
- Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?
- Almost forgot my pray’rs 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 honor—a great patience.
Cardinal Wolsey
151- Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.
Queen Katherine
152 - 155- My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty
- To give up willingly that noble title
- Your master wed me to. Nothing but death
- Shall e’er divorce my dignities.
Cardinal Wolsey
156- Pray hear me.
Queen Katherine
157 - 167- Would I had never trod this English earth,
- Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
- Ye have angels’ faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
- What will become of me now, wretched lady?
- I am the most unhappy woman living.
- Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes?
- Shipwrack’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.
Cardinal Wolsey
168 - 182- If your Grace
- Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,
- You’ld 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 such sorrows, not to sow ’em.
- For goodness sake, consider what you do,
- How you may hurt yourself—ay, 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, as terrible as storms.
- I know you have a gentle, noble temper,
- A soul as even as a calm; pray think us
- Those we profess, peacemakers, friends, and servants.
Campeius
183 - 189- Madam, you’ll find it so. You wrong your virtues
- 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,
- Beware you lose it not. For us (if you please
- To trust us in your business), we are ready
- To use our utmost studies in your service.
Queen Katherine
190 - 199- Do what ye will, my lords; and pray forgive me;
- If I have us’d myself unmannerly,
- 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.