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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. As well as I am able. The rich stream
2 Gen. But pray what follow'd ?
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,
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,
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.
Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.
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,
gave The clergy ill example.
Grif. Noble madam,
Kath. Yes, good Griffith,
Grif. This Cardinal,
But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer
Kath. After my death I wilh no other herald,