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

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shead a tear In all my miseries; 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 shall be, • And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must more be heard: say then I taught thee; Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory, 'And founded all the depths and shoals of honour, • Found thee a way out of his wrack to rise in : ' A fure and safe one, though thy master miss'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?

• Love thy self last, 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 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

Cromwell,

• 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 integrity to heav'n, is all

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,

Had I but serv'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.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.

I

GENTLEMAN.

OU'RE well met once again.

2 Gen. And so are you.

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 last encounter,

The Duke of Buckingham came from his tryal.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd sorrow,

This, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well; the citizens

I'm fure have shewn at full their loyal minds,
And let 'em have their rights, they're ever forward
In celebration of this day with shews,

Pageants, and fights of honour.

1 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 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 Gen. 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

i

The Princess Dowager? how goes her business?
I 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 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 fcruple, by the main affent
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 fick.

2 Gen. Alas good lady!

The trumpets found; stand close, the Queen is com

ing.

[Hautboys,

The Order of the Coronation.

1. A lively flourish of trumpets.

2. Then two Judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him.

4. Choristers finging.

[Musick.

5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter

in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper

crown.

6. Marquess of Dorset, 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

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, a coronet on his head. Col. lars 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

,

f

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 Queen's train.
10. Certain ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of
gold without flowers.

They pass over the stage 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. Marquess Dorset.

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 same: high Steward.

2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk ?

1 Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heav'n bless thee,

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

Sir, as I have a soul, she 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 confcience.

I Gen. They that bear

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

2 Gen. Those men are happy, so are all are near her.

I take it, she that carries up her train,

Is that old noble lady, the Dutchess of Norfolk.

1 Gen. It is, and all the rest are Countesses.

2 Gen. Their coronets say so. These are stars in

deed,

And fometimes falling ones.

1 Gen. No more of that.

Enter a third Gentleman.

God save 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

1

With the meer rankness of their joy.

2 Gen. You saw the ceremony?

3 Gen. I did.

1 Gen. How was it?

3 Gen. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gen. Good Sir, speak it to us.

3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich stream

:

Of lords and ladies, having brought the Queen
To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
A distance from her; while her Grace fate down
To rest a while, some half an hour, or fo,
In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
The beauty of her person to the people.
Believe me, Sir, she is the goodliest woman
That ever lay by man; which when the people
Had the full view of, such a noise arose

Such joy

As the shrowds 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 loft.
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
So strangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But pray what follow'd?

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

paces

Came to the altar, where she kneel'd, and faint-like
Cast her fair eyes to heav'n, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people:
When by the Arch-bishop 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 musick of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So she parted,

And with the same full state pac'd back again

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