You are to blame,
Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
To use so rude behavior; go to, kneel.

She is going, wench: pray, pray.

I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Possess your fancy.

None, madam.

Madam, we are here.

She is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet,
For fear we wake her: softly, gentle Patience.

This cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading:
Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;
But to those men that sought him sweet as ...

Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water. May it please your highness
To hear me speak his good now?

At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
Lodged in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his covent, honourably received him;
To whom he gave these words, 'O, father abbot,
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ...

Well, the voice goes, madam:
For after the stout Earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
As a man sorely tainted, to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill
He could not sit his mule.

Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.

How does your grace?

Madam, you are call'd back.