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with pearl, crowned. On each side her the bishops

of London and Winchester, 9. The old Dutchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold,

wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. 10. Certain ladies or Counteffes, with plain cirtlets of

gold without flowers. They pass over the stage in order and state, and then

Exeunt, with a great flourish of trumpets. 2 Gen. A royal train believe me; these I know; Who', that who bears the scepter ?

1 Gen. Marquels Dorset. And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman. That should be The Duke of Suffolk.

1 Gen. 'Tis the same: high Steward. 2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk : i Gen, Yes. 2 Gen. Heav'n bless thee, Thou haft the sweetest face I ever look'd on." Sir, as I have a soul, fhe is an angel ; Our King has all the Indies in his arms, And more and richer, when he strains that lady: I cannot blame his conscience.

i Gen. They that bear The cloth of state above her, are four barons Of the Cinque-Ports.

2 Gen. Those men are happy, so are all are near her. I take it, she that carries up her train, Is that old noble lady, the Dutchess of Norfolk.

i Gen. It is, and all the rest are Countesses, 2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo. These are stars in.

deed, And sometimes falling ones. i Gen. No more of that.

Enter a third Gentleman. God save you Sir. Where have you been broiling?

3 Gen. Among the crowd i'ch'abby, where a finger Could not be wedgid in more; Į am Aifled,

With the meer rankness of their joy.

2 Gen. You saw the ceremony?
3 Gen. I did.
i Gen. How was it?
3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.
2 Gen. Good Sir, speak it to us.

3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich stream
Of lords and ladies, having brought the Queen
To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
A diftance from her; while her Grace fate down
To rest a while, some half an hour, or so,
In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
The beauty of her person to the people.
Believe me, Sir, she is the goodliest woman
That ever lay by man; which when the people
Had the full view of, such a noise arose
As the shrowds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
As loud, and to as many tunes. Hats, cloaks,
Doublets, I think, flew up; and had their faces
Been loose, this day they had been loft. Such joy
I never saw before. Great-belly'd women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the prefs
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could say, this is my wife there, all were woven
So ftrangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But pray what follow'd ?
3 Gen. At length her Grace rose, and with modeft

Came to the altar, where she kneelid, and saint-like.
Caft her fair eyes to heav'n, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people:
When by the Arch-bishop of Canterbury,
Shhad all the royal makings of a Queen;
As holy all, Edward confessor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir
With all the choicest musick of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So lhe parted,
And with the same full ftate pac'd back again


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To York-Place, where the feast is beld,

1 Gen. You must no more call it York-place, that's past. · For since the Cardinal fell, that title's loft, 'Tis now the King's, and callid Whitehall.

3 Gen. I know it : But 'tis so lately alter'd, the old name Is fresh about me.

2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the Queen ?

3 Gen. Stokefly and Gardiner, the one of Winchester, Newly preferr'd from the King's Secretary: The other, London,

2 Gen. He of Winchester Is held 'no great good lover of th’ Arch-bishop, The virtuous Cranmer.

3 Gen. All the land knows that : However yet there's no great breach; when't comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not Wrink 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
Mafter o'ch' jewel house,
And one already of the privy-council.

2 Gen. He will deserye more.

3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, you shall go my way, Which is to th' court, and there shall be my guests : Something I can command; as I walk thither l'll tell ye more.

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


Enter Katharine Dowager, sock, led between Griffith

her gentleman Ujher, and Patience her woman. Grif.Ho Xatibos. Grifich, fick to death :


My legs like loaden branches bow to th' earth,
Willing to leave their burthen : reach a chair
So now methinks I feel a litde ease. (Sitting down,
Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou Jed'it

me, That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolfey, 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 dy'd.
If well, he ftept betore me happily,
For my example.

Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.
For after the stout Earl of Northumberland
Arrested him at Tork, and brought him forward
(As a man sorely tasted) to his answer,
Ne fell fick suddenly, and grew so ill
He could not fit his mule,

Kath. Alas, poor man!

Grif. At laft, with easy roads he came to Leicester, Lodgid in the abby; where the rev'rend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words.

• O 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 fickness Pursu'd him ftill, and three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last) full of repentance, Continuat meditations, tears and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world - again, His blesed part to heav'n, and slept in peace,

Kath. So may hereft, his taulestie bury'd with him! Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to Ipeak him, And yet with charity; he was a man Of an unbounded ftomach, ever ranking Himself with Princes : one that by suggestion Ty'd all the Kingdom; simony was fair play: His own opinion was his law. I'th' prelance 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 now is, 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
To hear me speak his good now?

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

Grif. This Cardinal,
Though from an humble ftock, 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 four 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 fin) yet in beltowing, Madam,
He was most princely: Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning that he raisid in you
Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, }
Unwilling to out-live the good he did it :
The other, though unfinilh'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 ;
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 wilh 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 bated living, thou hast made me
With thy religious truth and modefty,
Now in his afhes honour. Peace be with him!



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