Crom. I am glad your grace has made that right use

of it.

Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, methinks (Out of a fortitude of foul I feel),

To endure more miferies, and greater far,

Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.

What news abroad?

Crom. The heaviest, and the worst,

Is your displeasure with the king.

Wol. God blefs him!

Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol. That's fomewhat sudden :

But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his highness' 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' tears wept on them !(4)
What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Inftall'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.

Wol. That's news indeed.

Crom. Laft, that the lady Anne,

Whom the king hath in fecrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open, as his queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now

Only about her coronation.

Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. Q Cromwell,

The king has gone beyond me; all my glories

In that one woman I have loft for ever:

No fun fhall ever ufher forth mine honours,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited

Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now

To be thy lord and mafter: Seek the king;

That fun, I pray, may never fet! I have told him What, and how true thou art he will advance thee: Some little memory of me will ftir him,

I know his noble nature, not to let

Thy hopeful fervice perifh too. Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not: make ufe now, and provide

(4) The chancellor is the general guardian of orphans. A tomb of tears' is very harth. JOHNS.

For thine own future fafety.
Crom. O my lord,

Muft I then leave you? muft I needs forego
So good, fo noble, and so true a mafter?—
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his lord.-
The king fhall have my fervice; but my prayers
For ever, and for ever, fhall be your's.

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to fhed a tear
In all my miferies; but thou haft forc'd me,
Out of thy honeft truth, to play the woman.
Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And,-when I am forgotten, as I fhall be;

And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of,--fay, I taught thee,
Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And founded all the depths and fhoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in;
A fure and fafe one, though thy mafter mifs'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that which ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition :-
By that fin fell the angels; how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by't?
Love thyself laft: cherish those hearts that hate thee ;(5)
Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To filence envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not :
Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's,

(5) Though this be good divinity; and an admirable precept for our con duct in private life; it was never calculated or defigned for the magiftrate or public minifter. Nor could this be the direction of a man experienced in affairs to his pupil. It would make a good chriftian but a very ill and very unjuft ftatesman. And we have nothing fo infamous in tradition, as the fuppofed advice given to one of our kings, "to cherish his enemies, and be in no pain for his friends." I am of opinion the poet wrote,

.cherish thofe hearts that wait thee; that is, thy dependants. For the contrary practice had contributed to Wolfey's ruin. He was not careful enough in making dependants by his boun ty, while intent in amaffing wealth to himself. The following line feems to confirm this correction, "Corruption wins not more than honefty." i. e, You will never find men won over to your temporary occafions by bribery so useful to you as friends made by a juft and generous munificence. WARB. I am unwilling wantonly to contradict fo ingenious a remark, but that the reader may not be misled, and believe the emendation propofed to be abfolutely neceffary, he thould remember that this is not a time for Wolfey to fpeak only as a ftatefman, but as a chriftian: Shakespeare would have deba fed the character, juft when he was employing his ftrongeft efforts to raise it, had he drawn it otherwife. Nothing makes the hour of difgrace more irk fome, than the reflection, that we have been deaf to offers of reconciliation, and continued thofe our enemies, whom we might have converted-into friends. STEEV.

Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'ft, O Cromwell, Thou fall'ft a bleffed martyr. Serve the king;

And- -pr'ythee, lead me in:

There take an inventory of all I have,
To the laft penny; 'tis the king's

And my integrity to heaven, is all

my robe,

I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal

I ferv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to my enemies.(6)

Crom. Good fir, have patience.

Wal. So I have.

Farewel

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

YOU are well met once again.

2 Gen. So are you.

1 Gen. You come to take your stand 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.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true: but that time offered forrow.

This, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well the citizens,

I am fure, have fhewn at full their loyal minds;

As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward
In celebration of this day with fhews,

Pageants, and fights of honour.

1 Gen. Never greater,

Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, fir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That paper in your hand?

I Gen. Yes; 'tis the lift

Of those that claim their offices this day,

By cuftom of the coronation.

6) This fentence was really uttered by Wolfey.

JOHNS.

The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
To be high fteward; next, the duke of Norfolk,
To be earl marshal: you may read the reft.

2 Gen. I thank you, fir; had I not known those customs,
I should have been beholden to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catherine,
The princefs-dowager? how goes her business?

I Gen. That I can tell you too. The archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and reverend fathers of his order
Held a late court at Dunstable, fix miles
From Ampthill, 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 these learned men fhe was divorc'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 close, the queen is coming.

[Hautboys.

THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION..

1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets.

2. Then tavo Judges.

3..

Lord Chancellor, with the Purse and Mace before him. 4. Chorifters finging. [Mufic. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter in his Coat of Arms, and on his Head a gilt copper Crown. 6. Marquis of DORSET, bearing a Scepter of Gold, on his Head a Demi-Coronal of Gold. With him, the Earl of SURREY, bearing the Rod of Silver with the Dove, crown'd with an Earl's Coronet. Collars of SS. 7. Duke of SUFFOLK, in his Robe of State, his Coronet on bis Head, bearing a long white Wand, as High Steward. With him, the Duke of NORFOLK, with the Rod of Marfhalfhip, a Coronet on his Head. Collars of SS. 8. A Canopy born by four of the Cinque-Ports; under it, the Queen in her Robe; in her Hair richly adorned with Pearl, crowned. On each fide her, the Bishops of London and Winchester.

9. The old Dutchefs of NORFOLK, in a Coronal of Gold, awrought with Flowers, bearing the Queen's Train.

10. Certain Ladies or Counteffes, with plain Circlets 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's that, that bears the scepter?

I Gen. Marquis Dorset :

And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman.

The duke of Suffolk.

That fhould be

1 Gen. 'Tis the fame; high steward.

2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk. I Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heaven blefs thee !

[Looking on the Queen

Thou haft the fweeteft face I ever look'd on.

-Sir, as I have a foul, 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 confcience.

1 Gen. They, that bear

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-Ports.

2 Gen. Thofe men are happy; so are all, are near her. I take it, the that carries up the train,

Is that old noble lady, dutchefs of Norfolk.

1 Gen. It is; and all the reft are counteffes.

2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo. These are stars, indeed; And, fometimes, falling ones.

I Gen. No more of that.

[Exeunt Proceffion.

Enter a third Gentleman.

-God fave you, fir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more: I am ftifled,

With the mere rankness of their joy.

2 Gen. You saw the ceremony?

3 Gen. That I did.

1 Gen. How was it?

3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.

2 Gen. Good fir, 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 fat down