Imatges de pÓgina

So good, fo noble, and so true a master?
Bear witnefs, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his lord.
The King fhall have my fervice; but my prayers
For ever and for ever fhull be yours.

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shead a tear
In all my miferies; but thou has forc'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell,
And when I am forgotten, as I fhall be,

And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
'Of me must more be heard: fay then I taught thee;
Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And founded all the depths and fhoals of honour,
Found thee a way out of his wrack to rife in :
A fure and fafe one, though thy mafter mifs'd it.
Mark but my fall and that which ruin'd me:
• Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition
By that fin fell the angels; how can men then
(The image of his maker) hope to win it?

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Love thy felf laft, cherish those hearts that hate thee :' Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace

To filent envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'ft at be thy country's,

Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O

• Cromwell,

• Thou fall'st a bleffed martyr.

And pr'ythee lead me in

Serve the King;

There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny, 'tis the King's. My robe,

And my integrity to heav'n, is all

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal

I ferv'd my King, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Crom. Good Sir, have patience.

Wol. So I have. Farewel

The hopes of court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell.



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Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.



OU'RE well met once again."
2 Gen. And fo are you.

1 Gen. You come to take your stand
here, and behold

The lady Anne pafs from her coronation.'
2 Gen. 'Tis all my bufinefs. At our
laft encounter,

The Duke of Buckingham came from his tryal.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd forrow, This, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well; the citizens

I'm fure have fhewn at full their loyal minds,

And let 'em have their rights, they're ever forward

In celebration of this day with fhews,

Pageants, and fights of honour.

I Gen. Never greater,

Nor I'll affure you better taken, Sir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains,

The paper in your hands?

1 Gen. Yes, 'tis the lift

Of thofe that claim their offices this day,

By custom of the coronation.

The Duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims

To be High Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk,
To be Earl Marshal; you may read the rest.

2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those

I should have been beholden to your paper.
But I beseech you what's become of Katharine,



The Princess Dowager? how goes her bufinefs?
1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Arch-bishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, fix miles
From Ampthil, where the Princefs 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 fcruple, by the main affent
Of all thefe learned men fhe was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, fhe was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where fhe remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas good lady!

The trumpets found, ftand clofe, the Queen is com



The Order of the Coronation.

1. A lively flourish of trumpets.

2. Then two Judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the purfe and mace before him. 4. Chorifters finging.

[Mufick. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper


6. Marquess of Dorfet, bearing a Scepter of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of filver with the dove, crown'd with an Earl's coronet. Collars of


7. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of eftate, 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.

8. A canopy born by four of the Cinque-Ports, under it the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with

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with pearl, crowned. On each fide her the bishops of London and Winchester.

9. The old Dutchefs of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold,
wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train.
10. Certain ladies or Counteffes, with plain circlets of
gold without flowers.

They pass over the ftage in order and state, and then
Exeunt, with a great flourish of trumpets.

2 Gen. A royal train believe me; these I know;
Who', that who bears the fcepter?

1 Gen. Marquefs Dorfet.

And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman. That should be The Duke of Suffolk.

1 Gen. 'Tis the fame: high Steward.

2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk ?

1 Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heav'n bless thee,

Thou haft the sweetest face I ever look'd on.

Sir, as I have a foul, fhe is an angel;

Our King has all the Indies in his arms,

And more and richer, when he strains that lady;
I cannot blame his conscience.

I Gen. They that bear

The cloth of ftate above her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-Ports.

2 Gen. Those men are happy, fo are all are near her. I take it, fhe that carries up her train,

Is that old noble lady, the Dutchefs of Norfolk.

1 Gen. It is, and all the reft are Counteffes.
2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo.

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Thefe are ftars in

Enter a third Gentleman.

God fave you Sir. Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the crowd i'th'abby, where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more; I am stifled,


With the meer rankness of their joy.
2 Gen. You faw the ceremony?
3 Gen. I did.

1 Gen. How was it?

3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.

2 Gen. Good Sir, fpeak it to us.

3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich ftream Of lords and ladies, having brought the Queen To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off A diftance from her; while her Grace fate down To reft a while, fome half an hour, or so, In a rich chair of state, oppofing freely The beauty of her perfon to the people. Believe me, Sir, fhe is the goodlieft woman That ever lay by man; which when the people Had the full view of, fuch a noise arose As the fhrowds make at fea in a stiff tempeft, 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 loft. Such joy I never faw before. Great-belly'd women, That had not half a week to go, like rams In the old time of war, would shake the prefs And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living Could fay, this is my wife there, all were woven So ftrangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But pray what follow'd?

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3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modeft


Came to the altar, where fhe kneel'd, and faint-like
Caft her fair eyes to heav'n, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rofe again, and bow'd her to the people:
When by the Arch-bifhop of Canterbury,
Sh' had all the royal makings of a Queen;
As holy all, Edward confeffor's crown,

The rod, and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir
With all the choiceft mufick of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So fhe parted,
And with the fame full ftate pac'd back again


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