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Ty'd it by letters patents: Now, who'll take it?
..Sur. #. king, that gave it.
//ol. It must be himself then.
Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest.
//ol. Proud lord, thou liest;
Within these forty hours Surrey durst better
Have burnt that tongue, than said so.
Sur. Thy ambition,
Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land
Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law:
The heads of all thy brother cardinals
(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together)
Weigh’d not a hair of his. Plague of your policy
You sent me deputy for Ireland;
Far from his succour, from the king, from all
That might have mercyon the fault thougav'st him;
Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,
Absolv’d him with an axe.
Wol. This, and all else
This talking lord can lay upon my credit,
I answer, is most false. The duke by law
Found his deserts: how innocent I was
From any private malice in his end,
His noble jury and foul cause can witness.
If I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you,
You have as little honesty as honour;
That I, in the way of loyalty and truth
Toward the king, my ever royal master,
Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be,
And all that love his follies.
Sur. By my soul, |.
Yourlong coat, priest, protects you: thoushould'st
My swordi’ the life-blood of thee else.—My lords,
Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?
And from this fellow: If we live thus tamely,
To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,
And dare us with his cap, like larks'.
hool. All goodness
Is poison to thy stomach.
Sur. Yes, that goodness
Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,
Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;
The goodness of your intercepted packets,
You writ to the pope, against the king: your
Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.-
My lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,
As you respect the common good, the state
Of your despis'd nobility, our issues,
Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,
Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles
Collected from his life:–I'll startle you [wench
Worse than the sacring bell ', when the brown
Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. [man,
Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this
But that I am bound in charity against it!

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Nor, T. articles, my lord, are in the king's hand: But, thus much, they are foul ones. Wol. So much fairer, And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, When the king knows my truth. Sur. This cannot save you: I thank my memory, I yet remember Some of these articles; and out they shall. Now, if you can blush, and cry guilty, cardinal, You'll shew a little honesty. //ol. Speak on, sir; I dare your worst objections: if I blush, It is, to see a nobleman want manners. [at you. Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have First, that, without the king's assent, or knowledge, You wrought to be a legate; by which power You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops. Nor. Then, that, in all you writto Rome, or else To foreign princes, Ego et Rer meus Was ... in which you brought the king To be your servant. Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge Either of king or council, when you went Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold To c into Flanders the great seal. Sur. Item, you sent a large commission To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude, Without the king's will, or the state's allowance, A league between his highness and Ferrara. Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Your holy hat to be stampt on the king's coin. Sur. Then, that you havesent innumerable substance (Bywhat means got, Ileave toyourownconscience) To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways You have for dignities; to the mere "undoing Qfall the kingdom. Many more there are; Which, since they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my mouth with. Cham, O my lord, Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lic open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. My heartweeps to see him

So little of his great self.
Sur. I forgive him. - [is, -
Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure

Because all those things, you have done of late
By your power legatine within this kingdom,
Fāls into the compass of a Pramunire,
That therefore such a writ be su'd against you;
To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,
Castles, and whatsoever, and to be
Out of the king's protection":-This is my charge.
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your méditations
How to live better. For your stubborn answer,

About the giving back the great seal to us,

* The hat of a cardinal was scarlet; and the method of daring larks was by small mirrors fastened on scarlet cloth, which engaged the attention of these birds while the fowler drew his net over them. * The little bell, which is rung to give notice of the Host approaching when it is carried in procession, as also in otheroffices of the Romish church, is called the sacring or consecration bell; from the French

word, sacrer. * i.e. absolute.

“The judgement in a writ of Pramunire is, that the defendant

shall be out of the king's protection; and his lands and tenements, goods and chattels, forfeited to the

king; and that his body shall remain in prison o,the king's pleasure. - - y 2


The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall
. . thank vou.
So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.
É. all but loolsey.
Wol. So farewell to the sittle good you bear me.
Farewell, a long farewell, to . my greatness!
This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms,
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him:
The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost;
And,-when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
These many summers in a sea of glory;
But far |. my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp, and glory of this world! I hate ye;
I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched
“Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that .# we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Enter Cromwell, amazedly.
Why, how now, Cromwell?
Crom. I have no power to speak, sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd
At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder,
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,
I am fallen indeed. "
Crom. How does your grace?
Wol. Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now; and I feel within me
A peace above all carthly dignities, [me,
A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd
Ihumbly thank his grace;and from these shoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken
A load would sink a navy, too much honour:
O, 'tis a burden, Cronwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Crom. I am glad your grace has made that right
use of it.
Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, methinks,
(Out of a fortitude of soul I feel)
To endure more miseries, and greater far,
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
What news abroad?
Crom. The heaviest and the worst,
Is your displeasure with the king.
Wol. God bless him."
Crom.The next is,that Sir Thomas More is chosen
Hord chancellor in your place.
Hool. That's somewhat sudden:
But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his highness' favour, and do justice
For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones,
When he has run his course, and sleepsin blessings,
May have a tomb of orphans' tearswept on him:
What more?


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Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,

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Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
//ol. That’s news indeed.
Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long marry'd,
5 This day was view’d in open, as his queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.
Isol. There was the weight that pull'd me down.
O Cromwell,
The king has gone beyond me, all my glories .
In that one woman I have lost for ever:
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours,
Qr gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go,get thee from me,Cromwell;
I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now . .
To be thy lord and master: Seek the king;
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him
What, and how true thou art; he will advance
Some little memory of me will stir him, [thee;
I know his noble nature, not to let -
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.
Let's dryour eyes: And thus farhearine,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 soundedall the depthsandshoals of honour, -
Eound 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, 1 charge thee, sling away ambition;
By that sin fell the angels, how can man then,
The image of his Maker,hope to win by 'to [thee;
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king;
And,-Pr'ythee, lead me in:
There take an inventory of all I have, -
To the last penny; ’tis the king's: my robe,
And my inte rity to heaven, is all
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell,Cromwell,
Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal
I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age
IHave left ine naked to mine enemies”.
Crom. Good sir, have patience.
l/ol. So I have. Farewell
The hopes of court! my hopesin heavendo dwell.

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1 Gent.VOU are well met" once again. 2 Gent. * So are you. [behold 1 Gent. You come to take your stand here, and The lady Anne pass from her coronation? 2 Gent.”Tisall my business. At ourlastencounter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1 Gent. "Tis very true: but that time offer'dsorThis, general joy. [row; 2 Gent. "Tis well: the citizens, I am sure, have shewn at full their loyal minds;

As, let'em have their rights, they are everforward, In celebration of this ay with shews, 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 9f 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, 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? LGent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other Learn'd and reverend fathers of his order, Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not: And, to be short, for not appearance, and The king's late scruple, by the main assent Of all these learned men, she was divorc'd, And the late marriage made of none effect: Since which, she was remov’d to Kimbolton, Where she remains now, sick. 1 Gent. Alas, good lady!— The trumpetssound: stand close; the

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THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION. 1. Alicely flourish of trumpets. 2. Then two Judges. 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. 4. Choristers singing. [Music. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown.

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6. 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, crown'd with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS.

7. 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, acoroneton his o Collars of SS.

8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; jo the too. in her robe ohair richly adorn'd with pearl, crowned. On each side her, the bishops of London and Winchester.

9. The old dutchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the 2ueen's train.

10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers. They pass over the stage in order and state.

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2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.—These I Who's that, that bears the sceptre? [know;1 Gent. Marquis Dorset: And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. 2 Gent. Abold brave gentleman. Thatshould 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.Heaven blessthee! [Looking.ontheoueen. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look’d on.— Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;

35|Qur king has all the Indies in his arms,

And morg, and richer, when he strains that lady: I cannot blame his conscience. 1 Gent. They, that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-ports. [her. 2 Gent. Those men are happy; soareallare near I take it, she that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, And, sometimes, falling ones. [indeed; 1 Gent. No more of that, [pets. [Erit Procession, with a great flourish of trumEnter a third Gentleman. Godsave you, sir! Where have you beenbroiling? 3 Gent. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a Çould notbe wedg'd in more: I am stified [finger 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.

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As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,
As loud, and to as many tunes: Hats, cloaks,
(Doublets, I think) flew up; and had their faces
Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy
I never saw before. Great-belly' d women, |
That had not half a week to go, like rams'
In the old time of war, would shake the press,
And make’em reel before 'em. No man living
Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven

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My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth, Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;-So, now, methinks, I feel a little ease.

Did'st thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,

So strangely in one piece. 20|That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey,

2 Gent. But what follow'd [paces

3 Gent. At length her gracerose, andwith modest

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Then rose again, and bow’d her to the people:
When by the archbishop of Canterbury,
She had all the royal makings of a queen;
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The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems 30 É. a man sorely tainted) to his answer,

Jay'd nobly on her; which perform'd, the choir,
With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
Together sung Te Deum. So she parted,
And with the same full state pac'd back again

He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,

He could not sit his mule,
Kath. Alas, poor man!' [cester,
Grif. At last, with easy roads 'he came to Lei-

To York place, where the feast is held. 35|Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,

1 Gent. You must no more call it York place, that’s past: For, since the cardinal fell, that title’s lost; 'Tis now the king's, and call’d—Whitehall.

With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words—“O father abbot, “An old man, broken with the storms of state, “Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;

3 Gent. I know it; 40° Give him a little earth for charity P’

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?

So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness. Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his last) full of repentance,

3 Gent. Stokesly, and Gardiner; the one, of 45 Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,

Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary) The other, London. 2 Gent. He of Winchester

He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven,and sleptinpeace.[him! Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on

Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,

Is held no great good lover of the archbishop, 30|And yet with charity;-He was a man

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i.e. like battering-rams. Happily seems to mean on this occasion—peradcenture, haply. i. e. by short stages, “ i. e. . Mr. Tollet) He was a man of an unbounded stomach, or pride, ranking himself with princes, and, by suggestion to the ...; and the pope, he ty'd, i.e. limited, circumscribed,

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persons in the kingdom. That he did so, appears



Of his own body he was ill', and gave
The clergy ill example.
Grif. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water’. May it please your highness
To hear me speak his good now?
Kath. Yes, good Griffith;
I were malicious else.
Grif. This cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle,
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one:
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading:
Lofty and sour, to them that lov'd him not;
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as sum-
And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting, [mer.
§. hich was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely: Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to out-live the good he did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not 'till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little:
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he dy'd, fearing God.
Kath. After my death, I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth, and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him —
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:
I have not long to trouble thee.—Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.
Sad and solemn musick.
Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down
For fear we wake her:-Softly, gentle Patience.
The vision. Eater, solemnly tripping, one after an-
other, six personages, clad in white robes, wear-
ing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden
wizards 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 a spare garland over her head; at which,
the other four make reverend curtsics; 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
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order: at which, (as it were by inspiration) she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to %. and so, in their dancing, they canish, carrying the garland with them. The musick continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we are here. Kath. It is not you I call for: Saw you none enter, since I slept? Grif. None, madam. Kath. No?, Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces Cast thousand beams upon ine, like the sun ? They promis'd me eternal happiness; And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel I am not worthy yet to wear: ..I shall, Assuredly. Grif. } am most joyful, madam, suc Possess your fancy. Kath. Bid the musick leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. [Musick ceases. Pat. Do you note, How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks, And of an earthy cold Mark her eyes. Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray, Pat. Heaven comfort her Enter a Messenger. Mes. An't like your grace,— Kath. You are a sawcy fellow : Deserve we no more reverence? Grif, You are to blame, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. Mes. I humblydo entreatyour highness' pardon; My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this Let me ne'er see again. [fellow [Ereunt Griffith, and Messenger. Re-enter Griffith, with Capucius. If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. Kath, O my lord, The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray What is your pleasure with me? [you, Cap. Noble lady, First, mine own service to your grace; the next, The king's request that I would visit you; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by nic Sends you his princely commendations,

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. 1258, “he labour’d by all means to cleare mistresse Sanders of committing crill of her bodie with * Dr. Percy remarks, that “this reflection bears a great resemblance to a passage in Sir Tho

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evil turne, to write it in marble, and whoso * 4 - y

us a good turne, we write it in duste.”



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