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MESSENGER

And’t like your grace −

KATHERINE
You are a saucy fellow! [100]
Deserve we no more reverence?

GRIFFITH
You are to blame,

Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
To use so rude behaviour. Go to, kneel.

MESSENGER
I humbly do entreat your highness’ pardon;
My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying [105]
A gentleman sent from the King, to see you.

KATHERINE
Admit him entrance, Griffith; but this fellow

Let me ne’er see again.
Exit Messenger
Enter Lord Capuchius

If my sight fail not,
You should be lord ambassador from the Emperor,
My royal nephew, and your name Capuchius. [110]

CAPUCHIUS
Madam, the same: your servant.

KATHERINE
O my lord,
The times and titles now are altered strangely

With me since first you knew me. But I pray you,
What is your pleasure with me?

CAPUCHIUS
Noble lady,