With all the choiceft mufic of the kingdom, [palt. 1 Gen. You must no more call it York-place, that's For fince the Cardinal fell, that title's loft; 'Tis now the King's, and called Whitehall. 3 Gen. I know it: But 'tis to lately alter'd, that the old name 2 Gen What two reverend bishops Were thofe that went on each fide of the Queen? 3 Gen. Stokefly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester, Newly preferr'd from the King's Secretary; The other, London. 2 Gen He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of th' Archbishop, 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 esteem with th' King, and truly Mafter o' th' jewel house, And one, already, of the privy council. 2 Gen. He will deferve more. 3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, Gentlemen, you thall both go my way, Which is to the court, and there fhall be my guests: Something I can command; as I walk thither, Enter Catharine 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 th' earth, Reach a chair Willing to leave their burden. Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think your Grace, For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam. He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill He could not fit his mule. Cath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads he came to Liecefter; So went to bed; where eagerly his fickness. Cath."So may he reft, his faults lie gently on him! "Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him; "And yet with charity. He was a man "Of an unbounded itomach; ever ranking "But where he meant to ruin, pitiful. "His promiles were, as he then was, mighty; Grif Noble Madam, Mens evil manners live in brafs, their virtues Cath. Yes, good Griffith, I were malicious elfe. Grif. This Cardinal, Though from an humble ftock, undoubtedly Whom i mot hated living, thou haft made me, Now in his afhes honour. Peace be with him! ... he abused his body by intemperance and luxury, Cause the musicians play me that fad note Sad and folemn music. Grif. She is afleep: good wench, let's fit down quiet For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle patience. The vifion. Enter folemnly one after another, fix perfon ages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads gar. lands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays or palm in their hands They first congee unto her, then dance; and at certain changes, the first two hold afpare garland over her head, at which the other four make reverend curtfies; 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 Jame order: (at which, as it were by inspiration, she makes in her fleep figns 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 gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we're here. Cath. It is not you I call for ; Cath. No faw you not ev'n now a blessed troop And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Cath. Bid the mufic leave, iis harth and heavy to me. Pat Do you note [Mfic ceafes. How much her Grace is alter'd on the fudden? How long her face is drawn? how pale the looks, Grif. She is going, wench. Pray, pray,- Enter a Messenger. Me. An't like your Grace- Knowing the will not lofe her wonted greatness, Me I humbly do intreat your Highnéfs' pardon: Enter Lord Capucius. If my fight fail not, But this fellow [Exit Meffenger. You fhould be Lord Ambaffador from the Emperor, Cath. O my Lord, The times and titles now are alter'd strangely What is your pleasure with me? Cap Noble Lady, But, I pray you, Firft, mine own fervice to your Grace; the next, The King's requeft that I would vifit you; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me Sends you his princely commendations, And heartily intreats you take good comfort. Cath. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution; - That gentle phyfic giv`n in time, had cur'd me. But now I'm paft all comforts here but prayers. How does his Highness? Cap. Madam, in good health. Cath. So may he ever do, and ever flourish, When I fhall dwell with worms, and my poor name be Banifh'd the kingdom! Patience, is that letter I caus'd you write, yet fent away? Pat. No, Madam. Gath. Sir, I muft humbly prey you to deliver |