3 Gen. Stokesly, and Gardiner; the one, of Win chester (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary), The other, London. 2 Gen. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, 3 Gen. All the land knows that: 120 However, yet there's no great breach; when it 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 And one, already, of the privy-council. 2 Gen. He will deserve more. 3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Both. You may command us, sir. 130 [Exeunt. SCENE SCENE II. Kimbolton. Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick, led between GRIFFITH her Gentleman-Usher, and PATIENCE her Woman. Grif. How does your grace ? Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth, 140 Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st 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 dy'd: If well, he step'd before me, happily, For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : For after the stout earl 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, He could not sit his mule. Kath. Alas, poor man! 150 Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Lei cester, 160 Lodg'd Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this, He gave his honours to the world again, His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues 180 To hear me speak his good now? 191 Kath. Yes, good Griffith; I were malicious else. Grif. This cardinal, 199 Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, 210 220 Now Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!- Sad and solemn Musick. Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For fear we wake her :-Softly, gentle Patience. The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six Personages, 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 congée 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 Courtesies; 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), she makes in her Sleep Signs of Rejoicing, and holdeth up her Hands to Heaven: and so in their Dancing they vanish, carrying the Garland with them. The Musick continues. Kath. |