Monologue

Queen Katherine Monologue from Henry VIII

From Henry VIII by William Shakespeare

female · anguished · 28 sec

O Griffith, sick to death. My legs like loaden branches bow to th’ earth, Willing to leave their burden. Reach a chair. So. Now, methinks, I feel a little ease. Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou ledst me, That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey, Was dead?

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