Of all the kingdom Many more there are, * Cham. O, my Lord, Prefs not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue : Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to fee him Sur. I forgive him. Suf. Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleasure is, That therefore fuch a writ be fu'd against you, The King fhall know it; and, no doubt, fhall thank you. Wol. So farewel to the little good you bear me! me now ? Is Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! Enter Cromwell, ftanding amaz'd. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. At my misfortunes? can thy fpirit wonder Crom. How does your Grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. A peace above all earthly dignities; A ftill and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and, from these shoulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load would fink a navy, too much honour. O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n? Grom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use of it. Wol. I hope I have: I'm able now, methinks, Out of a fortitude of foul I feel, T'endure more miferies, and greater far, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer, What news abroad? Crom. The heavieft, and the worst, Is your difpleature with the King. Wel. God bless him! 1 Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his Highnefs' favour, and do justice For truth's fake and his confcience; that his bones, When he has run his courfe, and fleeps in bleffings, May have a tomb of orphans' tear wept on him! Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome Wol. That's news indeed. Crom. Laft, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married, Only about her coronation.. Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. O The King has gone beyond me: all my glories No fun fhall ever ufher forth my honours, Upon my fimiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; To be thy Lord and mafter. Seek the King, I know his noble nature, not to let Thy hopeful service perilh too. Good Cromwell, Crom. O my Lord, Mufti then leave you? must I needs forego Wol. Cromwel, I did not think to shed a tear And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention, Of me must more be heard, fay then I taught thee; Say, Wolfey, that once rode the waves of glory, And founded all the deeps and fhoals of honour, VOL. V. T t Found Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in : Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filent envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. [well, Thy God's, and Truth's; then if thou fall'ft, O Crom- There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny, 'tis the King's. My robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Crom. Good Sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewel The hopes of court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell. [Exeunt ACT IV. SCENE I. A fireet in Westminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. 1 Gen. Ou're well met once again. Y 2 Gen. And fo are you. 1 Gen. You come to take your ftand here, and behold The lady Anne pafs from her coronation. 2 Gen. 'Tis all my business. At our laft encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial, A 1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd forrow, This, general joy. 2 Gen. 'Tis well: the citizens, I'm fure, have fhewn at full their loyal minds; And let 'em have their right, they're ever forward In celebration of these days with fhews, 1 Gen. Never greater, Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, Sir. 2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains; That paper in your hand? 1 Gen. Yes; 'tis the lift Of thofe that claim their offices this day, By custom of the coronation. The Duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims To be High Steward; next, the Duke of Norfolk, To be Earl Marshal; you may read the reft. 2 Gen. I thank you, Sir. Had I not known thofe I fhould have been beholden to your paper. [cuftoms, But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine, The princefs-dowager how goes her business? 1 Gen. That I can tell you too. The Archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order, Held a late court at Dunstable, fix miles From Ampthil, where the Princefs lay; to which She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not: And, to be short, for not appearance, and The King's late fcruple, by the main affent Of all thefe learned men fhe was divorce'd, And the late marriage made of none effect: Since which, fhe was remov'd to Kimbolton, Where the remains now fick. 2 Gen. Alas, good Lady! The trumpets found; ftand clofe, the Queen is coming. The order of the coronation. [Hautboys. 1. A lively flourish of trumpets. 2. Then two judges' 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purfe and mace before him. 4. Chorister finging. Mufic. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter in bis coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown. 6. Marquis of Dorfet, bearing a fceptre of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Tt2 Surrey |