directly declares are to be found in them. They are as follows :
" I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
In all humility unto his highness :
Say, his long trouble now is pass-ing
Out of this world : tell him, iu death I bless'd him,
For so I will. Mine eyes grow dim. Farewell,
My lord. Griffith, farewell. Nay, Patience,
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed ;
Call in more women. When I am dead, good wench,
Let me be used with honour ; strew rne over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave : embalm me,
Then lay me forth : although unqueen'd, yet like
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more."
(King Ilenry VIII., act iv. sc. 2.)
Truly a singular specimen of heathen wrath and unquenchable pride ! Even the garbling or misrepresentation is very bunglingly done, for the Queen declares that she has no longer the title, but simply wishes to be buried as becomes one of her royal birth only this and nothing more not as a queen, but like one. The heathen wrath is here all on the side of Heine. lie was a great genius and a learned scholar, but he had his limits, and a character like that of Katharine was as much out of his range of comprehension as his would have been to her.— Translator
