In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And,-when I am forgotten, as I shall be; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention [thee, Of me more must be heard of,-say, I taught Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; Corruption wins not more than honesty, silence envious tongues. Be just, and 1 Gent. Yes; 'tis the list Of those, that claim their offices this day, By custom of the coronation. The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk, He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest. 2 Gent. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those customs, I should have been beholden to your paper. But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine, The princess dowager! how goes her business? 1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other [Trumpets. 2 Gent. Alas, good lady!— The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. A lively flourish of Trumpets; then enter Two Judges. [try's, et all the ends, thon aim'st at, be thy counThy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, 1. 2. The Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace 3. before him. Choristers singing. [Music. 4. my robe, 5. Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; O Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal Crom. Good Sir, have patience. The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. ACT IV. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head, a gilt copper crown. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove, crowned with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS. 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high-steward. With him, the duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side of her, the bishops of London, and Winchester. [Exeunt. 7. Our king has all the Indies in his arms, 1 Gent. They, that bear [lady: The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-ports. 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are near her. I take it, she that carries up the train, 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed ; And, sometimes, falling ones. 1 Gent. No more of that. [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of Trumpets. Enter a third GENTLEMAN. God save you, Sir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy. 2 Gent. You saw The ceremony? 3 Gent. That I did. 1 Gent. How was it? 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent. Good Sir, speak it to us. 3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen faces 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, | Must no more call it York-place, that is past: For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; 'Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall. 3 Gent. I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me. | 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen? 3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) The other, London. 2 Gent. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, The virtuous Cranmer. 3 Gent. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, [hina. Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; [truly A man in much esteem with the king, and 1 Both. You may command us, Sir. [Exeunt. 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 died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily," Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam: Kath. Alas! poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads,t he came to Leicester, [abbot, So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, And yet with charity,-He was a man summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; God. Kath. After my death I wish no other he- him! Patience, be near me still; and set me lower: Sud and solemn music. 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 buys, or palm, in their hands. They first congee 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 court'sies; 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 Ipswich *Of the king. + Formed for. rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Kath. It is not you I call for: Saw ye none enter, since I slept? Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a bless- Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good Kath. Bid the music leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note, [Music ceuses. How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, And of an earthy cold? Mark you her eyes? Pat. No, madam. [Giring it to KATHARINE. | To waste these times.-Good hour of night, Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deThis to my lord the king. Cap. Most willing, madam. [liver Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter:+[her!The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition Is, that his noble grace would have some pity The last is, for my men :--they are the poorest, And something over to remember me by ; If Heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, And able means, we had not parted thus. These are the whole contents:-And, good my lord, By that you love the dearest in this world, As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, [king Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the To do me this last right. Cap. By heaven, I will; [me Or let me loose the fashion of a man! My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience, Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me. [Exeunt, leading KATHARINE. SCENE 1.—A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER Bishop of Winchester, a PAGE with a torch before him, met by Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? Gar. These should be hours for necessities, Not for delights; times to repair our nature With comforting repose, and not for us Sir Thomas! Whither so late? Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Gur. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at primero* With the duke of Suffolk. It seems you are in haste: an if there be walk (As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That seeks despatch by day. Lov. My lord, I love you; And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work." The queen's in labour, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, Gar. The fruit, she goes with, I pray for heartily; that it may find I wish it grubb'd up now. Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Deserve our better wishes. Gur. But, Sir, Sir,-. Hear me, Sir Thomas: You are a gentleman Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious; And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me, Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and Sleep in their graves. Ishe, Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Cromwell, [ter Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made masO' the rolls, and the king's secretary: further, Sir, [ments, Stands in the gap and trade of more preferWith which the time will load him: The archbishop Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak One syllable against him? Gar. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, [tur'd There are that dare; and I myself have venTo speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day, Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have Our reasons laid before him,) he hath com- And we must root him out. From your affairs [Exeunt GARDINER and PAGE. As LOVELL is going out, enter the KING, and | Which will require your answer, you must take the Duke of SUFFOLK. Your patience to you, and be well contented To make your house our Tower: You a brother of us,* K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more tonight; My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. news? Most heartily to pray for her. K. Hen. What say'st thou? ha! To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Lov. So said her woman; and that her sufferance made Almost each pang a death. K. Hen. Alas, good lady! It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Crun. I humbly thank your highness; chaff And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted [up; In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd You would have given me your petition, that I should have ta'en some pains to bring together [you Without indurance, further. Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir! K. Hen. "Tis midnight, Charles, Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; For I must think of that, which company Will not be friendly to. Suf. I wish your highness A quiet night, and my good mistress will K. Hen. Charles, good night. [Exit SUFFOLK. Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER. K. Hen. Avoid the gallery. [LOVELL seems to stay. Ha! I have said.-Begone. What! [Exeunt LOVELL and DENNY. Cran. I am fearful:-Wherefore frowns he thus? "Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. Wherefore I sent for you. To attend your highness' pleasure. My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, Have mov'd us, and our council, that you shall Cran. Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, [not, Will triumph o'er my person; which I weight Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing What can be said against me. [world? K. Hen. Know you not how Are many, and not small; their practices You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice Cran. God, and your majesty, [to. K. Hen. Be of good cheer; They shall no more prevail, than we give way Keep comfort to you; and this morning see You do appear before them; if they shall chance, In charging you with matters, to commit you, Deliver them, and your appeal to us [weeps! mother! I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul His language in his tears. Enter an old LADY. |