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	HENRY VIII
	Act 3 scene 1
Katherine:
Have I lived thus long - let me speak myself,
Since virtue finds no friends - a wife, a true one?
A woman, I dare say without vain - glory,
Never yet branded with suspicion?
Have I with all my full affections
Still met the king?  loved him next to heaven?  obeyed hem?
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?
Almost forgot my prayers to content him?
And am I thus rewarded? "tis not well, lords.
Bring me a constant woman to her husband,
One that ne'er dreamed a joy beyond his pleasure,
And to that woman, when she has done most,
Yet will I add an honour - a great patience.
My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty
To give up willingly that noble title
Your master wed me to; nothing but death
Shall e'er divorce my dignities.
Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
What will become of me now, wretched lady!
I am the most unhappy woman living.
Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes?
Shipwrecked upon a kingdom, where no pity,
No friends, no hope; no kindred weep for me;
Almost no grave allowed me.  Like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field, and flourished,
I'll hang my head and perish.