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• And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, • Like little wanton boys, that swim on bladders, • These many summers in a fea of glory : • But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride • At length broke under me, and now has left me « Weary, and old with service, to the mercy « Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.

Vain pomp and glory of the world! I hate ye, • I feel my heart new opened. Oh how wretched • Is that poor man that hangs on Princes favours ! « There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, • That sweet aspect of Princes, and our ruin, • More pangs and fears than war or women haye, • And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, • Never to hope again.

Enter Cromwell ftanding amaz'd. Why how now, Cromwell ?

Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.

Wol. What, amaz'd
At my misfortunes ? can thy fpirit wonder
A great man hould decline : nay, if you weeps
I'm fall'n indeed.

Crom. How does your Grace ?

Wel. Why, well;
Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know my self now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A ftill and quiet conscience. The King has cur'd me,
I humbly thank his Grace ; and from these saoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken
A load would link a navy, too much honour.
o'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'ris a burden
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n.
Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use

of it.
Wol. I hope I have : I'in able now methinks
Out of a fortitude of foul I feel,
T'endure more miseries, and greater far

Than

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Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer :
What news abroad ?

Cham. The heaviest, and the worst,
Is your displeasure with the King.

Wol. God bless him.

Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moor is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol. That's somewhat suddenBut he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his Highness' favoor, and do justice For truth's fake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings. May have a tomb of orphans tears wept on him. What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Install'd lord Archbishop of Canterbury.

Wol. That's news indeed.
Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Whom the King bath in secrecy long marry'd,
This day was view'd in open, as his Queen,
Going to chappel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation,
Wol. There was the weight that pulled me down.

O Cromwell,
The King has gone beyond me : all my glories
In that one woman I have loft for ever,
No sun shall ever usher forth

my

honours,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from ine, Cromwell,
I am a poor fall'n man, unworthy now
To be thy lord and master. Seek the King,
(That sun, I pray may never set) I've told him
What and how true thou art; he will advance thee :
Some little memory of me will fir him,
I know his noble nature, not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell,
Negle&' him not; make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.

Crom. O my lord,
Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego

Se

So good, ro 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 lhead 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 Moals of honour, • Found thee a way out of his wrack to rise in : • A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but

my

fall and that which ruin'd me : • Cromwell, I charge thee, Aing away Ambition • By that sin 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 silent envious tongues.

Be just, and fear not. • Let all the ends thou aim'ft at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou falliit,

Cromwell,
• Thou fallist a blessed martyr. Serve the King;
And pr’ythee lead me in
There take an inventory of all I have,
To the laft 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 serv'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.

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GENTLEMAN.
OU'R E well met once again.'

2 Gen. And so are you.
1 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.

i Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd sorrow, This, general joy:

2 Gen. 'Tis well; the citizens
I'm sure have shewn at full their loyal minds,
And let 'em have their rights, they're ever forward
In celebration of this day with thews,
Pageants, and fights of honour,

i Gen. Never greater,
Nor I'll assure you better taken, Sir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, The paper in your hands?

i Gen. Yes, 'tis the list 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 reft. 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,

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The Princess Dowager ? how goes her business?

1 Gen. That I can tell you ton; the Arch-bilbop
of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, fix miles
From Ampbil, 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 scruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned men she was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect :
Since which, the was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now sick,

2 Gen, Alas good lady! The trumpets found; ftand close, the Queen is com. ing.

(Hautboys,

The Order of the Coronation.

crown.

1. A lively flourish of trumpets. 2. Then two Judges. 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. 4. Choristers fanging.

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

in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper 6. Marquefs 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 silver 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. Cola

lars of ss. 3. A canopy born by four of the Cinque-Ports, under it the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned