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So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwelt 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 får 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, Wolsey, 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 sure 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 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 fall'st, o

Cromwell,
- Thou fallift 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 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'RE 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. 1 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 shews,
Pageants, and sights 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 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 reft. 2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those

cuftoms, I should have been beholden to your paper.. But I beseech you what's become of Katharine,

The

The Princess Dowager? how goes her business?

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, six 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 scruple, by the main assent 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, and close, the Queen is como 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 singing.

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 á 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. 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

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 Counteffes, with plain circlets of

gold without flowers. They pass over the stage in order and fate, 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. Marquels Dorset. And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman. That should be The Duke of Suffolk.

i Gen. 'Tis the same: high Steward. 2 Gen. And that

my

lord of Norfolk ?
i Gen. Yes.
2 Gen, Heav'n bless thee,
Thou haft 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 conscience.

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 Nerfolk.

i Gen. It is, and all the rest are Countesses. 2 Gen. Their coronets say so. Thefe are stars in.

deed, And sometimes falling ones. i 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 wedgid in more; I am fifled,

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With the meer rankness of their joy.

2 Gen. You saw the ceremony?
3 Gen. I did.
i 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 streama
of lords and ladies, having brought the Queen
To a prepard place in the choir, fell off
A distance from her; while her Grace sate down
To rest a while, some half an hour, or so,
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
As the shrowds make at sea in a ftiff tempeft,
As loud, and to as many tunes. Hats, cloaks,
Doublets, I think, few up; and had their faces
Been loose, this day they had been loft. Such joy
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 ftrangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But pray what follow'd ?
3 Gen. At length her Grace rose, and with modeft

paces
Came to the altar, where she kneeld, and faint-like
Caft her fair eyes to heav'n, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rose again, and bow'd he 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 such emblems
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir
With all the choiceft musick of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So the parted,
And with the Tame full ftate pacid back again

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