Product description This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1732 Excerpt: ... I feel The last fit of my greatness) good your Graces, Xet me have time and council for my cause: Ala, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless. Wtl. Madam, you wreng the King's love with those fears, Your hopes and friends are infinite. Quee. In England, But little for my profit: can you think, fords, That any English man dare give me counsel? Or be a known friend 'gainst his Highness' pleasure, C Though Though he be grown so desp'rate to be honest, And live a subject nay forsooth, my friends They, that must weigh out my afflictions, They, that my trust must grow to, live not here; They are, as all my comforts are, far hence In my own country, lords. Cam. I would your Grace.Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel. Queen. How, Sir? Cam. Put your main cause into the King's protection, He's loving and most gracious. 'Twill be much Both for your honour better, and your cause: For if the tryal of the law o'er-take ye,.You'H part away disgrae'd. Wol. He tells you rightly. Queen. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruin: Is this your christian counsel? out upon ye. Heav'n is above all yet; there sits a judge, That no King can corrupt. Cam. Your rage mistakes us. Queen.The more shame for ye; holy men I thought ye, Upon my soul two rev'rend Cardinal virtues; But Cardinal sins and hollow hearts, I fear ye: Mend 'em for shame, my lords: is this your comfort? The cordial that you bring a wretched lady?. A woman lost among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd?' I will not wish ye half my miseries, I have more charity. But say I warn'd ye; Take heed, take heed for heav'ns sake, lest at once The burthen of my sorrows fall upon ye. Wei. Madam, this is a meer distraction, You turn the good we offer into envy. Queen. Ye turn me into nothing. Wo upon ye, 'And all such false professors! ...