Imatges de pàgina

To York-Place, where the feast is held.

1 Gen. You must no more call it York-place, that's past.
For since the Cardinal fell, that title's lost,
'Tis now the King's, and callid Whitehall.

3 Gen. I know it :
But 'tis so lately alter'd, the old name
Is fresh about me.

2 Gen. What two reverend bishops
Were those that went on each side of the Queen ?

3 Gen. Stokesly 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 loyer of th' Arch-bishop,
The virtuous Cranmer.

3 Gen. All the land knows that:
However yet there's no great breach ; when't comes,
Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.

2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you?

3 Gen, Thomas Cromwell,
A man in much esteem with the King, and truly
A worthy friend. The King has made him
Mafter o'th' jewel house,
And one already of the privy-council.

2 Gen. He will deserve more.

3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt.
Come, gentlemen, you shall go my way,
Which is to th'court, and there shall be my guests:
Something I can command; as I walk thither
I'll tell ye more.

Both. You may command us, Sir. (Exeunt.

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Enter Katharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith

her gentleman Usher, and Patience her woman.

does your Grace ?
Kath. O'Griffith, fick to death:
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My legs like loaden branches bow to th' earth,
Willing to leave their burthen : reach a chair
So now methinks I feel a little ease. (Sitting down.
Didft thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolfey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes Madam ; but I think your Grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.

Kath. Prythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd.
If well, be ftept before me happily,
For my example.

Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.
For after the Atout Earl of Northumberland
Arrefted him at York, and brought him forward
(As a inan sorely tasted) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill
He could not fit his mule.

Kath, Alas, poor man!

Grif. At last, with easy 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 sickness
Pursu'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 medications, tears and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heav'n, and slept in peace.

Kath. So may he reft, his faults tie bury'd with him!
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to ipeak 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; simony was fair play :
His own opinion was his law. I'th' presence
He would say untruths, and be ever double


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Both in his words and meaning. He was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful.
His promises were, as he then was, mighty ;
But his performance, as he now is, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example,

Grif. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues
We write in water. May it please your Highness
To hear me speak his good now ?

Kath. Yes, good Griffith,
I were malicious else,

Grif. This Cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading;
Lofty and four to them that lov'd him not,
But to those men that fought him, sweet as summer :
And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting,
(Which was a fin) yet in bestowing, Madam,
He was most princely: Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning that he rais’d in you
Ipswich and Oxford ! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to out-live the good he did it :
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever fpeak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little :
And to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, be dy'd, fearing God.

Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honeft chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I moft hated living, thou haft made me
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour. Peace be with him!




Patience, be near me still, and set me lower. .
I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I nam'd my knell ; whilft I fit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

Sad and folemn musick.
Grif. She is asleep: good wench let's sit down quiet,
For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.
The Vision. Enter folemnly one after another, fix per-

fonages, 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 fire songee unto ker, then dance; and at certain changes the first two hold a spare garland over her head, at which the other four make reverend curtsies. Then the two that held the garland deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head. Which done, they deliver the Same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order. At which, as it were by inspiration, the makes in her sleep signs of rojoycing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven. And so in their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. The musick continues.

Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye gone ? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?

Grif. Madam, we're here.

Kath. It is not you I call for, Saw ye none enter since I slept ?

Grif. None, madam.

Kath, No! saw you not ev'n now a blessed troop Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun ? They promis'd me eternal happiness, And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel I am not worthy yet to wear : I shall assuredly. Grif. I am poft joyful, madam, such good dreams


Possess your fancy:

Kath. Bid the musick leave,
'Tis harsh and heavy to me.

[Musick ceases.
Pat. Do you note
How much her Grace is alcer'd on the sudden ?
How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks,
And of an earthly cold? observe her eyes.

Grif. She is going, wench. Pray, pray,
Pat, Heay'n comfort her.

Enter a Messenger.
Mes. And't like your Grace-

Kath. You are a fawcy fellow,
Deserve we no more rey'rence!

Grif. You're to blame,
Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness,
To use lo rude behaviour. Go to, kneel.

Mes. I humbly do intreat your Highness' pardon
My haste made me unmannerly. There is staying
A gentleman sent from the King to see you.

Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow
Let me ne'er see again.

[Exit Messenger,
Enter Lord Capucius.
If my fight fail not,
You should be lord ambassador from the Emperor,
My royal nephew, and your name Capucius.
Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.

Kath. O my lord,
The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
With me, since first


knew me. But 1.pray yous What is your pleasure with me?

Cap. Noble lady,
First mine own service to your Grace, the next
The King's request that I would visit you,
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
Sends you his Princely commendations,
And heartily intreats you take good comfort.

Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late,
Tis like a pardon after execution ;

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