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May have a tomb of orphan's tears wept on 'em! 2 Gent. And so are you.
i Gent. You come to take your stand here, and beCrom. That Cranmer is retorn’d with welcome,
hold Installid lord archbishop of Canterbury.
The lady Anne pass from her coronation? Wol. That's news indeed,
2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. Atour last encounter, Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, 1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow, This day was view'd in open, as his queen,
This, general joy. Going to chapel; and the voice is now
2 Gent. 'Tis well. The citizens, Only about her coronation.
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds ;
In celebration of this day, with shows,
1 Gent. Never greater,
hand ? I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now,
1 Gent. Yes; 'tis the list
To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk, (I know his noble nature,) not to let
He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest. Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell, 2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those Neglect him not! make use now, and provide
customs, For thine own future safety!
I should have been beholden to your paper. Crom. O my lord,
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine,
1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop
From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
And the late marriage made of none'effect :
Where she remains now sick. Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, 2 Gent. Alas, good lady!
[Trumpets. And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. Found thee a way, out of his wréck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it!
THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. Mark but my fall, and that, that ruin'd me!
A lirely flourish of trumpets; then, enter Cromwell, I charge thee, fing away ambition !
1. Two Judges. By that sin fell the angels; how can man then, 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace beThe image of his Maker, hope to win by't?
fore him. Love thyself last! cherish those hearts that hate thee ! 3. Choristers singing. Corruption wins not more, than honesty.
4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Ther Gar Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
ter, in his coat of arns, and on his head To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not!
a gilt copper crown. Let all the ends, thou aim’st at, be thy country's, 5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on Thy God's, and truth's;then if thou fall'st, o Cromwell, his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king,
the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silAnd, pr’ythee, lead me in :
ver with the dove, crowned with an eart's There take an inventory of all I have,
coronet, Collars of ss. To the last perny; 'tis the king's: my robe, 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his corto And my integrity to heaven, is all
net on his head, bearing a long white wand, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
as high-steward. With him, the Duke of Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal,
Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
coronet on his head. Collars of SS. Have left me naked to mine enemies.
7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; Crom. Good sir, have patience!
under it the Queen in her robe; in ler Wol. So I have. Farewell
hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. On each side of her, the Bishops of Lon
don and Winchester.
8. The old Dutchess of Norfolk , in a coronal of А ст
gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the
clets of gold without flowers. I Gent. You are well met once again.
2 Gent. A royal train, believe me!-- These I know?
Who's that, that bears the sceptre ?
And with the same full state pac'd back again 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset :
To York-place, where the feast is held.
1 Gent. Sir, you
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; 1 Gent. 'Tis the same; high-steward.
| 'Tis now the king's, and callid Whitehall. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?
3 Gent. I know it;
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
Were those, that went on each side of the queen ?
3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Wins And more, and richer, when he strains that lady: chester, I cannot blame his conscience.
(Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,)
The other, London.
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's,
3 Gent. All the land knows that: I take it, she that carries up the train,
However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, Is that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk. Cranmer will find a friend, will not shrink from him. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you ? 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, 8 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; indeed,
A man in much esteem with the king, and truly And, sometimes, falling ones.
A worthy friend. — The king 1 Gent. No more of that!
Has made him master o’the jewel-house, (Exit Procession, with a great flourish And one, already, of the privy-council. of trumpets.
2 Gent. He will deserve more. Enter a third Gentleman.
3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt.
Something I can command. As I walk thither,
Both. You may command us, sir. (Exeunt.
SCENEII. - Kimbolton. 3 Gent. That I did.
Enter CATHARINE, dowager, sick; led between Grif1 Gent. How was it?
FITH and Patience. 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing.
Grif. How does your grace?
Cath. O, Griffith, sick to death :
So, - now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey,
Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace,
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,
(As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,
Lodg'd in the abbey, where the reverend abbot, 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what followed ?
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him: 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest To whom he gave these words : 0 father abbot, paces
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
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,
Cath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Cath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all
gone? Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
And Icave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Caih. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear : shall, Grif. Noble madam,
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Cath. Bid the music leave!
They are harsh and heavy to me. [ Music ceases. I were malicious else.
Pat. Do you note,
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden ?
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. An't like your grace,
Cath. You are a saucy fellow:
Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon ;
A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
(Exeunt Griffith and Messenger. And found the blessedness of being little:
Re-enter GruFFITH, with Capucius.
If my sight fail not,
Cath. After my death I wish no other herald, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.
Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.
Cath. O my lord, But such an honest chronicler, as Griffith.
The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
What is your pleasure with me?
Sends you his princely commendations,
And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Cath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
ther six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing How does his highness?
To love her for her mother's sake, that lor'd hia.
[Giving it to Catharine.
Heaven knows, how dearly. My next poor petition I wish it grubb’d up now.
Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says, Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully: She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does of which there is not one, I dare avow,
Deserve our better wishes.
Gar. 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-
The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Cromwell, -
O'the rolls, and the king's secretary; further, sir,
With which the time will load him. The archbishop
Gar. Yes, yes, sir Thomas,
There are, that dare; and I myself have ventur'd
To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,
Incens'd the lords o'the council, that he is
(For so I know he is, they know he is,) '
That does infect the land: with which they moved,
Have broken with the king, who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint, (of his great grace
He be convented. He's a rank weed, sir Thomas,
And we must root him out. From your affairs
[Exeunt Gardiner and Page.
As Lovell is going out, enter the King, anı ihe
Duke of SUFFOLK.
K. Hen. But little, Charles ;
Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play. --
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
but by her woman To waste these times. - Good hour of night, sir I sent your message; who return'd her thanks Thomas!
In the greatest humbleness, and desir'd your highness
Most heartily to pray for her.
Lov. So said her womad; and that her sufferance
made Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
Almost each pang a death.
Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and
With gentle travail, to the gladding of
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
Remember in my prayers.
K. Hen. Charles, good night! (Exit Suffolk. She'll with the labour end.
Enter Sir AxTHONY Denny.
Well, sir, what follows ?
Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop, Good time, and live: but for the stock, sir Thomas, As you commanded me.
K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury?
Cran. God, and your majesty,
Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
K. Hen. Be of good cheer.
(E.rit Denny. They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; Keep comfort to you, and this morning see I am happily come hither.
(Aside. You do appear before them: if they shall chance,
In charging you with matters, to commit you,
Fail not to use, and with what vehemency
(Exeunt Lovell and Denny: The occasion shall instrnct you! if entreaties
Deliver them, and your appeal to us
weeps! Cran. It is my duty
He's honest, on mine honour! God's blest mother! To attend your highness' pleasure.
I swear, he is true-hearted, and a soul K. Hen. 'Pray you, arise,
None better in my kingdom.- Get you gone, My good and gracious lord of Canterbury !
And do as I have bid you!- He has strangled Come, you and I must walk a turn together; His language in his tears!
[Exit Cranmer. I have news to tell you. Come, come, give me your
Enter an old Lady. hand!
Gent. (Within.] Come back! what mean yon? Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
Lady. I'll not come back; the tidings, that I bring, And am right sorry to repeat what follows:
Will make my boldness manners. - Now, good angels I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person Heard many grievous, i do say, my lord,
Under their blessed wings! Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, K. llen. Now, by thy looks Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall
I guess thy message. Is the queen
deliver'd ? This morning come before us; where, I know,
Say, ay; and of a boy. You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
Lady. Ay, ay, my liege! But that, till further trial, in those charges,
And of a lovely boy. The God of heaven Which will require your answer, you must take
Both now and ever bless her!—'tis a girl,
Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
Acquainted with this stranger; ’tis as like you,
As cherry is to cherry. Cran. I humbly thank your highness;
K. Hen. Lovell, And am right glad to catch this good occasion
K. Hen, Give her an hundred marks! I'll to the
(Exit King K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury !
Lady. An hundred marks! By this light, I'll have
An ordinary groom is for such payment.
I will have more, or scold it out of him. What manner of man are you? 'My lord, I look'a Said I for this, the girl is like to him? You would have given me your petition, that
I will have more, or else unsay't; and now
While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue.
SCENE II. — Lobby before the Council-chamber.
Enter CRANBER; Servants, Door.keeper, etc. The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty.
attending: If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies,
Cran. I hope, I am not too late; and yet the gentle-
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me
To make great haste. All fast? what means this?-
D. Keep. Yes, my lord;
But yet I cannot help you.
Enter Doctor BUTTS,
To swear against you? Such things have been done. Butts. This is a piece of malice. I am glad
I came this way so happily. The king
Shall understand it presently.
This is of purpose laid by some, that hate me,