The king has gone beyond me; all my glories Or gild again the noble troops that waited 25 Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now (That sun, I pray, may never set!) I have told him What and how true thou art: he will advance thee; Some little memory of me will stir him (I know his noble nature) not to let 26 Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. Crom. O, my lord! Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.. The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours. Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 25 The number of persons who composed Cardinal Wolsey's household, according to the authentic copy of Cavendish, was five hundred. Cavendish's work, though written soon after the death of Wolsey, was not printed till 1641, and then in a most unfaithful and garbled manner, the object of the publication having been to render Laud odious, by showing how far church power had been extended by Wolsey, and how dangerous that prelate was, who, in the opinion of many, followed his example. In that spurious copy we read that the number of his household was eight hundred persons. In other MSS. and in Dr. Wordsworth's edition, we find it stated at one hundred and eighty persons. 26 Use and usance were common terms for interest. See The Merchant of Venice, Act i. sc. 3, note 4. H. 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 Of me more must be heard of,—say, I taught thee; 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 ; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? Love thyself last cherish those hearts that hate thee: : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not. Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Crom. Good sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Street in Westminster. Enter Two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. You are well met once again. 2 Gent. So are you. 1 Gent. You come to take your stand here, and behold The lady Anne pass from her coronation? 2 Gent. "Tis all my business. At our last encounter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1 Gent. 'Tis very true; but that time offer'd sor row, This, general joy. 2 Gent. "Tis well: The citizens, I am sure, have shown at full their royal' minds, (As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward,) In celebration of this day with shows, Pageants, and sights of honour. 1 Gent. Never greater; Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir. 2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That paper in your hand? 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. 1 Royal for generous; as we still say, princely dispositions. H 2 Gɩnt. I thank you, sir; had I not known those customs, I should have been beholding to your paper. 1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop 2 Gent. Alas, good lady![Trumpets. The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. A lively Flourish of Trumpets. 1. Then, two Judges. 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. 3. Choristers singing. 4. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. [Music. Then Gar ter, in his coat of arms,3 and on his head a gilt copper crown. 5. Marquess Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold; on That is, the marriage lately considered as valid. That is. in his coat of office, emblazoned with the royal arms 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. 7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports ; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. Оп each side of her, the Bishops of London and Winchester. 8. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. 9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers. 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.-These 1 know: Who's that, that bears the sceptre ? 1 Gent. Marquess Dorset: And that the earl of Surrey with the rod. 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: That should be The duke of Suffolk. 1 Gent. 'Tis the same; high-steward. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk? 1 Gent. Yes. 2 Gent. [Looking on the Queen.] Heaven bless thee! Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on. Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel: Our king has all the Indies in his arms, |