ISBN: 9781153634465

Excerpt: ...Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge That no king can corrupt. CAMPEIUS. Your rage mistakes us. QUEEN KATHERINE. The more s… More...

Excerpt: ...Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge That no king can corrupt. CAMPEIUS. Your rage mistakes us. QUEEN KATHERINE. 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. WOLSEY. Madam, this is a mere distraction; You turn the good we offer into envy. QUEEN KATHERINE. 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 anything but churchmen''s habits- Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me? Alas, he''s 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. Your fears are worse. QUEEN KATHERINE. 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 vain-glory, 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 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. WOLSEY. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. QUEEN KATHERINE. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty, To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to. Nothing but death... William Shakespeare, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, King Henry V Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction The book has no illustrations or index. Purchasers are entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: Henry; Historical drama; Great Britain - History - Henry V, 1413-1422; Great Britain; Historical drama, English; Juvenile Nonfiction / Drama; Drama / English, Irish, Scottish, Welsh; Drama / Shakespeare; Fiction / General; Juvenile Nonfiction / General;<

ISBN: 9781153634465

Excerpt: ...Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge That no king can corrupt. CAMPEIUS. Your rage mistakes us. QUEEN KATHERINE. The more s… More...

Excerpt: ...Is this your Christian counsel? Out upon ye! Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge That no king can corrupt. CAMPEIUS. Your rage mistakes us. QUEEN KATHERINE. 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. WOLSEY. Madam, this is a mere distraction; You turn the good we offer into envy. QUEEN KATHERINE. 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 anything but churchmen''s habits- Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me? Alas, he''s 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. Your fears are worse. QUEEN KATHERINE. 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 vain-glory, 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 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. WOLSEY. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. QUEEN KATHERINE. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty, To give up willingly that noble title Your master wed me to. Nothing but death... William Shakespeare, Books, Fiction and Literature, Fiction, King Henry V Books>Fiction and Literature>Fiction, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153634465

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