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Crom. O my lord,

1 Gent. Yes; 'tis the list Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego Of those, that claim their offices this day, So good, so noble, and so true a master ? By custom of the coronation. Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. - To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk, The king shall have my service; but my He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest. prayers

2 Gent. I thank you, Sir; had I not knowo For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.

those customs, Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a I should have been beholden to your paper. tear

But, I beseech you, what's become of KathIn all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me

arine, Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. The princess dowager! how goes her business? Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, i Gent. That I can tell you too. The archCromwell;

bishop And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be; Of Canterbury, accompanied with other And sleep in dull cold marble, where no men- Learned and reverend fathers of his order, tion

(thee, Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off Of me more must be heard of,-say, I taught From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to Say, Wolsey,—that once trod the ways of glory,

which And sounded all the depths and shoals of She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not: honour,

And, to be short, for not appearance, and Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; The king's late scruple, by the main assent A sure and safe one, though thy master miss's Of all these learned men she was divorc'd, Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. [it. And the late marriage* made of none effect: Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition; Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton, By that sin fell the angels, how can man then, where she remains now, sick. The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? 2 Gent. Alas, good lady!- [Trumpets. Love thyself last: cherish those hearis that the trumpets sound: stand close, the queep is hate thee;

coming. Corruption wins not more than honesty, Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:


A lively flourish of Trumpets; then enter vet all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy coun- 1. Two Judges. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall’st, 02. The Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace Cromwell,

before him. Thou fall’st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; 3. Choristers singing.

[Music. And,- Pr’ythee, lead me in :

4. Muyor of London beuring the mace. Then There take an inventory of all I have,

Garter, in his cout of arms, and on his To the last penny: 'tis the king's : my robe,

head, a gilt copper crown. And my integrity to heayen, is all

5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on I dare now cail mine own. 0 Cromwell, his head a demi-coronal of gold. With Cromwell,

him, the earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal silver with the dove, crowned with an earl's I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age

coronet. Collars of SS. Have left ie naked to mine enemies.

6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coro. Crom. Good Sir, have patience.

net on his head, bearing a long white wand, Wol. So I have. Farewell

as high-steward. With him, the duke of The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a dwell.

[Exeunt. coronet on his head. Collars of $S.

7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports ; ACT IV.

under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair

richly adorned with pearl, croucned. On SCENE 1.-A Street in Westminster.

each side of her, the bishops of London, Enter two GENTLEMEŇ, meeting.

and Winchester.

8. The old duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of 1 Gent. You are well met once again.

gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the 2 Gent. And so are you.

Queen's train. i Gent. You come to take your stand here, 9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain cir. and behold

clets of gold without flowers. The lady Anne pass from her coronation ? 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.

e.-These 1 2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last

know ;encounter,

Who's that, that bears the sceptre? T'he duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset : i Gent. "Tis very true: but that time offer'd And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. sorrow;

2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that This general joy.

should be 2 Gent. "Tis well: The citizens,

The duke of Suffolk.
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds; 1 Gent. 'Tis the same; high-steward.
As, let them have their rights, they are ever 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?

1 Gent. Yes. In celebration of this day with shows,

2 Gent. Heaven bless thee! Pageants, and sights of honour.

(Looking on the Queen. 1 Gent. Never greater,

Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, Sir. Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;

2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that conThat paper in your hand ?

(tains, * The marriage lately considered as valid.


Our king has all the Indies in his arms,

Is fresh about me. And more, and richer, when he strains that 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops I cannot blame his conscience, (lady: Were those that wenton each side of the queen? 1 Gent. They, that bear

3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner ; the one, of The cloth of honour over her, are four barons

Winchester, Of the Cinque-ports.

(Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are The other, London. all, are near her.

2 Gent. He of Winchester I take it, she that carries up the train, Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. The virtuous Cranmer.

1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. Gent. All the and knows that: 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are However, yet there's no great breach ; when stars indeed ;

it comes,

[him. And, sometimes, falling ones.

Craniner will find a friend will not shrink from 1 Gent. No more of that.

2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you?
[Exit Procession, with a great flourish of 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell;

A man in much esteem with the king, and
A worthy friend.—The king

(truly Enter a third GENTLEMAN.

Has made him master o'the jewel house, God save you, Sir! Where have you been And one, already, of the privy-council. broiling?

2 Gent. He will deserve more. 3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where 3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt. a finger

Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Could not be wedg'd in more ; and I am stified Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests; With the mere rankness of their joy.

Something I can command. As I walk thither, 2 Gent. You saw

I'll tell ye more. The ceremony ?

Both. You may command us, Sir. (Exeunt. 3 Gent. That I did. 1 Gent. How was it?

SCENE 11.-Kimbolton. 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent. Good Sir, speak it to us.

Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick ; led between 3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich


Grif. How does your grace? Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen

Kath. 0, Griffith, sick to death : (earth, To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off A distance from her; while her grace sat down My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the To rest a while, some half an hour, or so,

Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;-

So,-now, methinks, I feel a little ease. [me, In a rich chair of state, opposing freely

Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st The beauty of her person to the people.

That the great child of honour, cardinal WolBelieve me, Sir, she is the goodliest woman

Was dead ? That ever lay by man: which when the people Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Had the full view of, such a noise arose

Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff' tempest,

Kath. Prythee, good Griffith, tell me how As loud, and to as many tunes : hats, cloaks,

he died: (Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,* faces

[joy | For my example. Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such

Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam: I never saw before. Great-bellied women, For after the stout earl Northumberland That had not half a week to go, like rams Arrested him at York, and brought hin forward In the old time of war, would shake the press, (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, And make them reel' before them. No man He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, living

(woven He could not sit his mule. Could say, This is my wife, there; all were Kath. Alas! poor man ! So strangly in one piece.

Grif. At last, with easy roads,t he came to 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd ?


(abbot, 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend modest paces

With all bis convent, honourably receiv'd him; Came to the altar; where she kneeld, and, To whom he gave these words,–O father abbot, saint-like,

(voutly. An old man, broken with the storms of state, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd de- Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people: Gire him a little earth for charity! When by the archbisbop of Canterbury So went to bed : where eagerly his sickness She had all the royal makings of a queen; Pursued him still; and, three nights after this, As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, About the hour of eight, (which he himself The rod, and bird of peace, and all such em- Foretold, should be bis last,; full of repentance blems

Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, Laid nobly on her: which perform’d, the choir, He gave his honours to the world again, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, Kuth. So may he rest; his faults lie gently And with the same full state pac'd back again

on him! To York-place, where the feast is held.

Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak 1 Gent. Sir, you

him, sust no more call it York-place, that is past : And yet with charity, He was a man For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; Of an unbounded stomach,t ever ranking 'Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall.

Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion 3 Gent. I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name

(sey, .

* Haply. By short stages.

1 I'nde

Tied all the kingdom: simony was fair play; rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven:
His own opinion was his law: l'the presence* and so in their duncing they vanish, carrying
He would say untruths; and be ever double, the garland with them. The music continues.
Both in his words and meaning: He was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful:

Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are His promises were, as he then was, mighty;

ye all gone? But his performance, as he is now, nothing.

And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Of his own body he was ill, and gave

Grif. Madam, we are here.

Kath. It is not you I call for:
The clergy ill example.
Grif. Noble madam,

Saw ye none enter, since I slept?
Men's evil manners live in brass; eir virtues

Grif. None, madam, We write in water. May it please your high

Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a bless. To hear me speak his good now? [ness

ed troop Kath. Yes, good Griffith;

Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces I were malicious else.

Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun? Grif. This cardinal,

They promis’d me eternal happiness; Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly

And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I Was fashion'a tot much honour. From his I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall, [feel cradle,

Assuredly. He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one;

Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading:

Possess your fancy.

[dreains Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not;

Kath. Bid the music leave,
But, to those men that sought him, sweet'as They are harsh and heavy to me.

[Music ceuses. summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting,

Pat. Do you note, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, How long her face is drawn? How pale she

How much' her grace is alter'd on the sudden? He was most princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you; And of an earthy cold? Mark you her eyes?

looks, Ipswich, and Oxford! one of wbich fell with him,

Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray.

Put, Heaven comfort her!
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,

Enter a Messenger.
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.

Mess. An't like your grace,
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,

Kath. You are a saucy fellow:

Deserve we no more reverence? And found the blessedness of being little:

Grif. You are to blame,

(ness, And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died, fearing To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.

Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatGod. Kath. After my death I wish no other he

Mess. I humbly do entreat your bigliness' No other speaker of my living actions, (rald, My haste made me unmannerly: There is stay


(ing To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

A gentleman, sent from the king to see you. Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,

Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith : But

this fellow With thy religious truth, and modesty,

Let me ne'er see again. Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!

(Exeunt GRIFFITH and MESSENGER. Patience, be near me still; and set me lower: I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Grillith,

Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS. Cause the musicians play me that sad note

If my sight fail not,

(peror, I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating

You should be lord ambassador from the em On that celestial harmony I go to.

My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. Sud and solemn music.

Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.

Kath. O my lord, Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely down quiet,

With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray For fear we wake her;--Softly, gentle Patience. What is your pleasure with me? (you,

Cap. Noble lady,

[next, The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after First, mine own service to your grace; the

another, six Personages, clad in white robes, The king's request that I would visit you; veuring on their heads garlands of bays, and Who grieves much for your weakness, and by golden rizards on their faces; branches of buys, Sends you his princely commendations, sine or palm, in their hands. They first congee un

And heartily entreats you take good comfort. to her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the

Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes first two hold u spure garland orer her head; at

too late; which, the other four make reverend court sies; 'Tis like a pardon after execution : then the two that held the garland, delirer the That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; same to the other nert tưo, who observe the But now I am past all comforts here, hui

(prayers. same order in their changes, and holding the How does his highness? garland over her head: which done, they delirer Cap. Madam, in good health. the same garland to the last two, uho likewise

Kath. So may be ever do! and ever flourish, observe the same order: at which, (as it were

When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor by inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of

Banish'd the kingdom!--Patience, is thallet. * Of the king.

+ Tormed for. Ipswich I caus'd you write, yet sent away? ter,


Pat. No, madam. (Giring it to KATHARINE. To waste these times.-Good hour of night, Kath. Sir, 1 most humbly pray you to de

Sir Thomas ! This to my lord the king.

(liver Whither so late? Cap. Most willing, madam.

Lov. Came you from the king, my lord ? Kath. In which I have commended to his Gur. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at goodness

primero* The model* of our chaste loves, his young With the duke of Suffolk. daughter:t


Lov. I must to him too, The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave. Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; Gar. Not yet, Sir Thomas Lovell. What's (She is young, and of a noble modest nature;

the matter? I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little It seems you are in haste: an if there be To love her for her mother's sake, that lov’d No great offence belongs to't, give your friend bim,

Some touch of your late business: Affairs, that Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor

walk petition

(As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have Is, that his noble grace would have some pity In them a wilder nature, than the business Upon my wretched women, that so long, That seeks despatch by day. Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully : Lov. My lord, I love you; Of which there is not one, I dare avow And dursi commend a secret to your ear (And now I should not lie,) but will deserve, Much weightier than this work. The queen's For virtue, and true beauty of the soul,

in labour, For honesty, and decent carriage,

They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,
A right good husband, let him bet a noble ; She'll with the labour end.
And, sure, those men are happy that shall Gar. The fruit, she goes with,
have them.

I pray for heartily; that it may find
The last is, for my men :--they are the poorest, Good time, and live: but for the stock, Sir
But poverty could never draw them from me;-

Thomas, That they may have their wages duly paid I wish it grubb'd up now. them,

Lor. Methinks, I could And something over to remember me by; Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says If Heaven bad pleas'd to have given me long. She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does er life,

Deserve our better wishes. And able means, we had not parted thus. Gur. But, Sir, Sir,-. These are the whole contents:--And, good my Hear me, Sir Thomas: You are a gentleman lord,

Of mine own way; I know you wise, reliBy that you love the dearest in this world,

gious; As you wish Christian peace to souls de- And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,parted,

(king 'Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take't of me, Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and To do me this last right.

Sleep in their graves.

Isbe, Cap. By heaven, I will;

Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two Or let me loose the fashion of a man !

The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember


(ter In all humility unto bis highness : [me Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made mas. Say, his long trouble now is passing [him, O'the rolls, and the king's secretary: further, Out of this world : tell him, in death I bless'd


(ments, For so I will.–Mine eyes grow dim.-Fare- Stands in the gap and trade of more preters well,

With which the time will load him: The arch. My lord.-Griffith, farewell.–Nay, Patience,

bishop You must not leave me yet. I must to bed; Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who Call in more women.-When I am dead, good

dare speak

One syllable against him?
Let me be us’d with honour; strew me over Gar. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,

(tur'd With maiden flowers, that all the world may There are that dare; and I myself hare venknow

[me, To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this I was a chaste wife to my grave :-embalm

day, Then lay me forth: although unqueen’d, yet Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have like

Incens’dt the lords o'the council, that he is A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.

(For so I know he is, they know be is,) I can no more.

A most arch beretic, a pestilence (moved, [Exeunt, leading KATHARINE. That does infect the land: with which they

Have brokens with the king; who hath so far ACT V.

Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace

And princely care; foreseeing those fell misSCENE 1.-A Gallery in the Palace.


[manded, Enter GARDINER Bishop of Winchester, a Page Our reasons laid before him,) he hath com with a torch before him, met by Sir THOMAS To-morrow morning to the council-board LOVELL.

He be convented. | He's a rank weed, Sir

Thomas, Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not?

And we must root him out. From your affairs Boy. It hath struck. Gar. These should be hours for necessities, I hinder you too long: good night, Sir Thomas.

Lov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest Not for delights ; times to repair our nature

your servant. With comforting repose, and not for us

(Éxeunt GARDINER and PAGE. Image. + Afterwards Q. Mary.

+ Hint. 1 Even if he should be.

A game at cards.

Set on. Told their minds.

1 Sumn.oned.

As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and which will require your answer, you must take the Duke of ŚUFFOLK.

Your patience to you, and be well contented K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to. To make your house our Tower: You a brother night;

of us,* My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before.

Would come against you. K. Hen. But little, Charles;

Crun. I humbly thank your highness; Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my playing Most throughly to be winnowå, where my

And am right glad to catch this good occasion Now, Lovell, from the queen wbat is the

chaff news? Lov. I could not personally deliver to her

And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know, What you commanded me, but by her woman

There's none stands under more calumnious sent your message; who return'd her thanks Than I myself, poor man.

(tongues, In the greatest humbleness, and desir’d your Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted

K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury; highness

(up; Most heartily to pray for her.

In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand K. Hen. What say'st thou? ha!

Pr’ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, To pray for her? what, is she crying out?

What manner of man are you? My lord, I Lor. So said her woman; and that her suf-You would have given me your petition, that

look'd ferance made Almost each pang a death,

I should have ta'en some pains to bring togeK. Hen. Alas, good lady!


[you Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard With gentle travail, to the gladding of

Without indurance, further. Your highness with an heir!

Cran. Most dread liege, K. Hen. "Tis midnight, Charles,

The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; Pr’ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember if they shall fajl, I, with mine enemies, (not, The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone; Will triumph o'er my person; which I weight For I must think of that, which company

Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing Will not be friendly to.

What can be said against me. Suf. I wish your highness

K. Hen. Know you not how (world? A quiet night, and my good mistress will Your state stands i'the world, with the whole Remember in my prayers.

Your enemies K. Hen. Charles, good night.

Are many, and not small; their practices (Exit SUFFOLK. Must bear the same proportion: and not evert

The justice and the truth o'the question carries Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY.

The due o'the verdict with it: At what ease Well, Sir, what follows?

Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the arch. To swear against you? such things bave been As you commanded me.


done. K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury?

You are potently oppos’d; and with a malice Den. Ay, my good lord.

Of as great size. Weený you of better luck, K. Hen. ''Tis true: Where is he, Denny? I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master, Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd K. Hen. Bring him to us. [Exit DENNY. Upon this daughty earth? Go to, go to; Loo. This is about that which the bishop You take a precipice for no leap of danger, spake;

And woo your own destruction. I am happily come hither.

[Aside. Cran. God, and your majesty, Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER.

Protect mine innocence, or I fall into

The trap is laid for me! K. Hen. Avoid the gallery.

K. Hen. Be of good cheer;

Ito. (Lovell seems to stay. They shall no more prevail, than we give way Ha!-I have said.—Begone.

Keep comfort to you; and this morning see What!

[Exeunt Lovell and Denny. You do appear before them; if they shall Cran. I am fearful :- Wherefore frowns he

chance, thus?

In charging you with matters, to commit you, "Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. The best persuasions to the contrary K.'Hen. How now, my lord? You do desire Fail not to use, and with what vehemency to know

The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties Wherefore I sent for you.

Will render you no remedy, this ring Cran. It is my duty,

Deliver them, and your appeal to us (weeps! To attend your highness' pleasure.

There make before them.-Look, the good man K. Hen. 'Pray you, arise,

He's honest, on mine honour. God's blest My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.

mother! Come, you and I must walk a turn together; I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me None better in my kingdom.-Get you gone, your hand,

And do as I have bid you.-(Exit CRANMER.] Ah, my good lord,'I grieve at what I speak, He has strangled And am right sorry to repeat what follows: His language in his tears. I have, and most unwillingly, of late Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,

Enter an old LADY. Grievous complaints of you; which, being con

Gent. (Within.] Come back; What mean sider'd,

you? Have mov'd us, and our council, that you shall This morning come before us; where, I know,

Lady. I'll not come back: the tidings that I

bring You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, But that, till further trial, in those charges * One of the council. + Value. * Always. (Think,

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