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So good, fo noble, and so true a master?
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to fhead a tear
And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Love thy felf laft, cherish those hearts that hate thee:
Thou fall'ft a bleffed martyr. Serve the King;
There take an inventory of all I have,
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
I ferv'd my King, he would not in mine age
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have. Farewel
The hopes of court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell.
ACT IV. SCENE I.
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.
OU'RE well met once again."
I Gen. You come to take your stand here, and behold
The lady Anne pass from her coronation.' 2 Gen. 'Tis all my business. 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,
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 cuftom of the coronation.
The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those
I fhould have been beholden to your paper.
The Princess Dowager? how goes her bufinefs?
2 Gen. Alas good lady!
The trumpets found; ftand close, the Queen is com
The Order of the Coronation.
1. A lively flourish of trumpets.
3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him.
6. Marquess of Dorfet, bearing a fcepter 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 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 scepter?
1 Gen. Marquefs Dorfet.
And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.
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.
I Gen. They that bear
The cloth of state above her, are four barons
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 Dutchess of Norfolk.
1 Gen. It is, and all the reft are Counteffes.
2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo. Thefe are ftars indeed,
And sometimes falling ones.
1 Gen. No more of that.
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.
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
2 Gen. But pray what follow'd?
3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modeft
Came to the altar, where fhe kneel'd, and faint-like