2. Gent. Heaven bless thee! [Looking on the Queen. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on. → And more, and richer, when he strains that lady: I cannot blame his conscience. 1. Gent. They, that hear The cloth of honour over her, are four Barons 2. Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, I take it, she that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.' Yog 1. Gent. It is; and all the rest are Countesses. 2. Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, indeed; And, sometimes, falling ones. 1. Gent. No more of that. [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of trumpets. Enter a third Gentleman. God save you, Sir! Where have you been broil ing? 3. Gent. Among the croud i' the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy. 2. Gent. You saw The ceremony? 5.Gent. That I did. 1. Gent. How was it? ། 3. Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2. Gent, Good Sir, speak it to us. 5. Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream Of lords, and ladies, having brought the Queen A distance from her; while her Grace sat down As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest So strangely in one piece. Woven 2. Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd? 3. Gent. At length her Grace rose, and with ༣༩ modest-paces Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saintlike, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. She had all the royal makings of a Queen; She rod, and bird of peace, and all snch em¬ blems Lay'd nobly on her: which perform'd, the chair, With all the choicest musick of the kingdom, Must no more call it York-place, that is past: 3. Gent. I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name 2. Gent. What two reverend Bishops Were those that went on each side of the Queen? 3. Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the King's secretary,) The other, London.. 2. Gent. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the Archbishop's, 3. Gent, All the land knows that: of However, yet there's no great breach; when it 2. Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 5. Gent. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the King, and truly - Has made him Master o' the jewel-house, And one already, of the privy-council, 2. Gent. He will deserve more. 3. Gent. Yes, without all doubt. Come, Gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests; Something I can command. As I walk thither, I'll tell ye more. Both. You may command us Sir. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Kimbolton. Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH and PATIENCE. Grif. How does your Grace? Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, me, That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey, Was dead? Grif. Yes, Madam; but, I think, your Grace, Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. Kath, Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily, Grif Well, the voice goes, Madam : For after the stout Earl of Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, Kath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend Abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words, bot, O father Ab- So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness, Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, And yet with charity, He was a man Grif. Noble Madain, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues Kath. Yes, good Griffith; I were malicious else. Ε ין |