"Nay, let her stay, then," said the queen; "and I promise you she shall
repent her rashness. And do you stay too, Henry, and regard well her
whom you are about to make your spouse. Question your sister Mary,
somewhile consort to Louis the Twelfth and now Duchess of Suffolk--
question her as to the character and conduct of Anne Boleyn when she
was her attendant at the court of France--ask whether she had never to
reprove her for levity--question the Lord Percy as to her love for him--
question Sir Thomas Wyat, and a host of others."
"All these charges are false and calumnious!" cried Anne Boleyn.
Let the king inquire and judge for himself," rejoined Catherine; "and if
he weds you, let him look well to you, or you will make him a scoff to all
honourable men. And now, as you have come between him and me--as
you have divided husband and wife -- for the intent, whether successful
or not, I denounce you before Heaven, and invoke its wrath upon your
head. Night and day I will pray that you may be brought to shame; and
when I shall be called hence, as I maybe soon, I will appear before the
throne of the Most High, and summon you to judgment."
"Take me from her, Henry!" cried Anne faintly; "her violence affrights
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