Speeches (Lines) for Capucius in "History of Henry VIII"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 2
  • Madam, the same; your servant.
  • Madam, the same; your servant.
  • Queen Katharine. Admit him entrance, Griffith: but this fellow
    Let me ne'er see again.
    [Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger]
    [Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS]
    If my sight fail not,
    You should be lord ambassador from the emperor,
    My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.

    Capucius. Madam, the same; your servant.

2 IV / 2
  • Noble lady,
    First mine own service to your grace; the next,
    The king's r...
  • Noble lady,
    First mine own service to your grace; the next,
    The king's request that I would visit you;
    Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
    Sends you his princely commendations,
    And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
  • Queen Katharine. O, my lord,
    The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
    With me since first you knew me. But, I pray you,
    What is your pleasure with me?

    Capucius. Noble lady,
    First mine own service to your grace; the next,
    The king's request that I would visit you;
    Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
    Sends you his princely commendations,
    And heartily entreats you take good comfort.

3 IV / 2
  • Madam, in good health.
  • Madam, in good health.
  • Queen Katharine. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
    'Tis like a pardon after execution:
    That gentle physic, given in time, had cured me;
    But now I am past an comforts here, but prayers.
    How does his highness?

    Capucius. Madam, in good health.

4 IV / 2
  • Most willing, madam.
  • Most willing, madam.
  • Queen Katharine. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
    This to my lord the king.

    Capucius. Most willing, madam.

5 IV / 2
  • By heaven, I will,
    Or let me lose the fashion of a man!
  • By heaven, I will,
    Or let me lose the fashion of a man!
  • Queen Katharine. In which I have commended to his goodness
    The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter;
    The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!
    Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding--
    She is young, and of a noble modest nature,
    I hope she will deserve well,--and a little
    To love her for her mother's sake, that loved him,
    Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
    Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
    Upon my wretched women, that so long
    Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully:
    Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
    And now I should not lie, but will deserve
    For virtue and true beauty of the soul,
    For honesty and decent carriage,
    A right good husband, let him be a noble
    And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em.
    The last is, for my men; they are the poorest,
    But poverty could never draw 'em from me;
    That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
    And something over to remember me by:
    If heaven had pleased to have given me longer life
    And able means, we had not parted thus.
    These are the whole contents: and, good my lord,
    By that you love the dearest in this world,
    As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
    Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king
    To do me this last right.

    Capucius. By heaven, I will,
    Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

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