(stage directions). [Music ceases]
Patience. Do you note
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden?
How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks,
And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes!
Griffith. She is going, wench: pray, pray.
Patience. Heaven comfort her!
Queen Katharine. So may he ever do! and ever flourish,
When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name
Banish'd the kingdom! Patience, is that letter,
I caused you write, yet sent away?
Patience. No, madam.