Page 1672 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

KATHERINE

My lord, my lord, [105]
I am a simple woman, much too weak
T’oppose your cunning. You’re meek and humble-mouthed;

You sign your place and calling, in full seeming,
With meekness and humility; but your heart
Is crammed with arrogancy, spleen, and pride. [110]
You have, by fortune and his highness’ favours,
Gone slightly o’er low steps, and now are mounted

Where powers are your retainers, and your words,
Domestics to you, serve your will as’t please
Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you, [115]

You tender more your person’s honour than
Your high profession spiritual, that again
I do refuse you for my judge, and here,
Before you all, appeal unto the Pope,
To bring my whole cause ’fore his holiness, [120]

And to be judged by him.
She curtsies to the King, and offers to depart

CAMPEIUS
The Queen is obstinate,
Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and

Disdainful to be tried by’t; ’tis not well.
She’s going away.

KING
Call her again.

CRIER
Katherine, Queen of England, come into the court. [125]

[GRIFFITH]
Madam, you are called back.

KATHERINE
What need you note it? Pray you keep your way;

When you are called, return. Now the Lord help,