Speak it here:
There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience,
Deserves a corner: would all other women
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
Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw 'em,
Envy and base opinion set against 'em,
my life so even. If your business
Seek me out, and that way I am wife in,
Out with it boldly: truth loves
Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina
O, good my lord, no Latin;
I am not such a truant since my coming,
As not to know the language I have
A strange tongue makes my cause more strange,
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
The willing'st sin I ever yet committed
May be absolved in English.
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 honour every good tongue
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
And comforts to your cause.
Most honour'd madam,
My Lord of York, out of his noble nature,
Zeal and obedience he still bore your
Forgetting, like a good man your late censure
Both of his truth and him, which was too far,
as I do, in a sign of peace,
His service and his counsel.
QUEEN KATHARINE [Aside]
To betray me.
My lords, I thank you both for your good wills;
Ye speak like honest men; pray God, ye prove
But how to make ye suddenly an answer,
In such a point of weight, so near mine honour,
my life, I fear, with my weak wit,
And to such men of gravity and learning,
In truth, I know not. I was set
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!
Madam, you wrong the king's love with these fears:
Your hopes and friends are infinite.
But little for my profit: can you think, lords,
That any Englishman dare give me counsel?
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.
I would your grace
Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.