To reft a while, fome half an hour, or so, As the shrouds make at fea in a ftiff tempeft, 2 Gen. But, pray, what follow'd? 3 Gen. At length her grace rofe, and with modeft paces The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems, 1 Gen. You must no more call it York-Place, that's paft : For, fince the cardinal fell, that title's loft; 'Tis now the king's, and call'd, Whitehall. But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old name 2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each fide of the queen ? 3 Gen. Stokefly and Gardiner; the one, of Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's fecretary) The other, London. 2 Gen. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop, 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 fhrink from him. 2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much efteem with the king, and truly And one, already, of the privy-council.. 3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye fhall go my way, which Both. You may command us, fir. SCENE II.(9) [Exeunt. Kimbolton. Enter CATHERINE Dowager, fick, led between GRIFFITH her Gentleman-Usher, and PATIENCE her Woman. Grif. How does your grace? Cath. O, Griffith, fick to death : My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth, Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace,. For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : For after the ftout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (9) This fcene is above any other part of Shakespeare's tragedies, and perhaps above any scene of any other poet, tender and pathetic, without gods, or furies, or poifons, or precipices, without the help of romantic circumftances, without improbable fallies of poetical lamentation, and without any throes of tumultuous mifery. JOHNS. (1) Happily feems to mean on this occafion-peradventure. STEEV. (As a man forely tainted) to his answer, He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill, He could not fit his mule. Cath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At laft, with eafy roads, he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him ; To whom he gave thefe words,-O father abbot, An old man, broken with the forms of fate, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity! So went to bed where eagerly his fickness Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brafs; their virtues Cath. Yes, good Griffith; I were malicious elfe. Grif. This cardinal, Though from an humble ftock, undoubtedly STEEV. Lofty, and four, to them that lov'd him not; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, Now in his afhes honour: Peace be with him! Sad and folemn Mufic. Grif. She is afleep: Good wench, let's fit down quiet, For fear we wake her :-Softly, gentle Patience. The Vifion. Enter folemnly tripping one after another, fix Perfonages, clad in awhite 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, et certain Changes, the first two hold a spare Garland over her Head; at which, the other four make reverend Courtefies; then the two that held the Garland, deliver the fame to the other next two, who obferve the fame Order in their Changes, and holding the Garland over her Head: which done, they deliver the fame Garland to the last two, who likewife obferve the fame Order: at which, (as it were by Infpiration) he makes in her fleep Signs of Rejoicing, and holdeth up her Hands to Heaven: and fo in their dancing they vanish, carrying the Garland with them. The Mufic continues. Cath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye ? Grif. Madam, we are here. Cath. It is not you I call for: Saw ye none enter fince I flept? Grif. None, madam. Cath. No! Saw you not, even now, a bleffed troop Invite me to a banquet; whofe bright faces Caft thousand beams upon me, like the fun? They promis'd me eternal happiness; And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Affuredly. Grif. I am most joyful, madam, fuch good dreams Poffefs your fancy. Cath. Bid the mufic leave ; They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note, [Mufic ceafes, How much her grace is alter'd on the fudden? How long her face is drawn? How pale fhe looks, And of an earthly cold? Mark her eyes. Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Enter a Meffenger. Mef. An't like your grace,Cath. You are a faucy fellow : Deferve we no more reverence? Grif. You are to blame, Knowing, fhe will not lofe her wonted greatness, Mes.[Kneels.] I humbly do intreat your highness' pardon; Cath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow, Let me ne'er fee again. [Exe. GRIFF. and Mef. Re-enter GRIFFITH, with Lord CAPUCIUS. -If my fight fail not, You fhould be lord ambaffador from the emperor, |