Page 1717 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

KATHERINE

It is not you I call for. [85]
Saw ye none enter since I slept?

GRIFFITH
None, madam.

KATHERINE
No? Saw you not even now a blessèd troop

Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
They promised me eternal happiness, [90]
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear; I shall, assuredly.

GRIFFITH

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

KATHERINE
Bid the music leave,
They are harsh and heavy to me.

Music ceases

PATIENCE

Do you note [95]
How much her grace is altered on the sudden?
How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks?
And of an earthy colour? Mark her eyes.

GRIFFITH
She is going, wench. Pray, pray.

PATIENCE

Heaven comfort her!

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