So good, fo noble, and so true a master? Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shead a tear And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention 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. 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, 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. [Exeunt. ACT ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. Y I GENTLEMAN. OU'RE well met once again." 1 Gen. You come to take your stand The lady Anne pafs from her coronation.' 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, 2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those I should have been beholden to your paper. The 6 The Princess Dowager? how goes her bufinefs? 2 Gen. Alas good lady! The trumpets found, ftand clofe, 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 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 crown. 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 SS. 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 with pearl, crowned. On each fide her the bishops of London and Winchester. 9. The old Dutchefs of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, They pass over the ftage in order and state, and then 2 Gen. A royal train believe me; these I know; 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 Gen. They that bear The cloth of ftate 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 Dutchefs of Norfolk. 1 Gen. It is, and all the reft are Counteffes. 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. 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? 3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modeft paces Came to the altar, where fhe kneel'd, and faint-like The rod, and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems To |