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3 Gen. Stokesly, and Gardiner ; the one, of Win.

chester (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary), The other, London.

2 Gen. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, The virtuous Cranmer.

3 Gen. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it

comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.

2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you?

3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell ; A man in much esteem with the king, and truly A worthy friend. The king has made him

130 Master o' the jewel-house, And one, already, of the privy-council.

2 Gen. He will deserve more.

3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt.
Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which
Is to the court, and there shall be my guests;
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
I'll tell ye more.

Both. You may command us, sir. [Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE II.

Kimbolton. Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick, led

between Griffith her Gentleman-Usher, and PATIENCE her Woman.

Grif. How does your grace ?

140 Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death : My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth, Willing to leave their burden : Reach a chair ;Sonow, methinks, I feel a little ease. Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, Was dead?

Grif. Yes, madam ; but, I think, your grace, Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. Kath. Pr’ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dyd :

150 If well, he step'd before me, happily, For my example.

Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam :
For after the stout earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward
(As a man sorely tainted) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,
He could not sit his mule.

Kath. Alas, poor man!
Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Lei.
cester,

160 Lodg'd

He gave

Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him;
To whom he gave these words—0 father abbot,
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity !
So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness
Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this,
About the hour of eight (which he himself
Foretold, should be his last), full of repentance, 170
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,

his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

Kath. So may he rest ; his faults lie gently on him!
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with charity-He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion
Ty'd all the kingdom : simony was fair play ;
His own opinion was his law : l'the presence 180
He would say untruths; and be ever double,
Both in his words and meaning: He was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful :
His promises were, as he then was, mighty ;
But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.

Grif. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass ; their virtues
We write in water. May it please your highness

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To hear me speak his good now?

191 Kath. Yes, good Griffith ; I were malicious else.

Grif. This cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle,
He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one:
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading :
Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not;
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting
(Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely : Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich, and Oxford ! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to out-live the good he did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; 210
For then, and not 'till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he dy'd, fearing God.

Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth, and modesty,

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Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower :
I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

Sad and solemn Musick.

Grif. She is asleep : Good wench, let's sit down

quiet, For fear we wake her :-Softly, gentle Patience.

The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another,

six Personages, clad in white Robes, wearing on their Heads Garlands of Bays, and golden Vizards on their Faces ; Branches of Bays, or Palm, in their Hands. They first congée unto her, then dance; and, at certain Changes, the first two hold a spare Garland over her Head; at which, the other four make reverend Courtesies; then the two, that held the Garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same Order in their Changes, and holding the Garland over her Head: which done, they deliver the same Garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same Order : at which (as it were by Inspiration), she makes in her Sleep Signs of Rejoicing, and holdeth up her Hands to Heaven : and. so in their Dancing they vanish, carrying the Garland with them. The Musick continues.

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Kath,