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To York-Place, where the feaft is held.
1 Gen. You must no more call it York-place, that's past.
But 'tis fo lately alter'd, the old name
2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each fide of the Queen? 3 Gen. Stokely and Gardiner, the one of Winchester, Newly preferr'd from the King's Secretary: The other, London,
2 Gen. He of Winchester
Is held no great good lover of th' Arch-bishop,
3 Gen. All the land knows that:
However yet there's no great breach; when't comes,
A man in much esteem with the King, and truly
And one already of the privy-council.
2 Gen. He will deferve more.
3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt.
Come, gentlemen, you fhall go my way,
Both. You may command us, Sir.
Enter Katharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith her gentleman Usher, and Patience her woman.
Grif.HOW does your Grace?
Kath. O'Griffith, fick to death:
My legs like loaden branches bow to th' earth,
So- now methinks I feel a little eafe. [Sitting down.
Grif. Yes Madam; but I think your Grace, Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to't. Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd, If well, he stept before me happily, For my example.
Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.
Kath. Alas, poor man!
Grif. At last, with eafy roads he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the abby; where the rev'rend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words. O father abbot, • An old Man broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity! So went to bed; where eagerly his fickness Purfu'd him ftill, and three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his laft) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears and forrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His bleffed part to heav'n, and flept in peace. Kath. So may he reft, his faults lie bury'd with him! Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to fpeak him, And yet with charity; he was a man Of an unbounded ftomach, ever ranking Himself with Princes: one that by suggestion Ty'd all the Kingdom; fimony was fair play: His own opinion was his law. I'th' prefence He would fay untruths, and be ever double
Both in his words and meaning. He was never,
His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
Grif. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brafs, their virtues
I were malicious else.
Grif. This Cardinal,
Though from an humble ftock, undoubtedly
Than man could give him, be dy'd, fearing God.
Now in his ashes honour. Peace be with him!
Patience, be near me ftill, and fet me lower.
Sad and folemn musick.
Grif. She is afleep: good wench let's fit down quiet, For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.
The Vifion. Enter folemnly one after another, fix perfonages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces, branches of bays or palm in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and at certain changes the first two hold a spare garland over her head, at which the other four make reverend curtfies. Then the two that held the garland deliver the fame to the other next two, who obferve the fame order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head. Which done, they deliver the fame garland to the last two, who likewife obferve the fame order. At which, as it were by inspiration, she makes in her fleep figns of rojoycing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven. And fo in their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. The mufick continues.
Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye gone?
Saw ye none enter fince I lept?
Grif. None, madam.
Kath. No! faw you not ev'n now a bleffed troop
Poffefs your fancy.
Kath. Bid the mufick leave,' 'Tis harfh and heavy to me.
Pat. Do you note
How much her Grace is alter'd on the fudden?
Enter a Meffenger.
Mef. And't like your Grace-
Knowing the will not lofe her wonted greatness,
Mef. I humbly do intreat your Highness' pardon :
Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow Let me ne'er fee again. [Exit Meffenger.
Enter Lord Capucius.
If my fight fail not,
You should be lord ambaffador from the Emperor,
The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
Cap. Noble lady,
But I pray you,
Firft mine own fervice to your Grace, the next
Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late,