His eye against the moon: in most strange pos tures We have seen him set himself. K. Hen. It may well be; As I requir'd; And, wot you, what I found Nor. It's heaven's will; Some spirit put this paper in the packet, K. Hen. If we did think His contemplation were above the earth, [He takes his seat, and whispers LovELL, who goes to WOLSEY. Wol. Heaven forgive me! Ever God bless your highness! K. Hen. Good my lord, You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory Of your best graces in your mind; the which You were now running o'er; you have scarce time To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span, For holy offices I have a time; a time K. Her. You have said well. K. Hen. Fairly answer'd; A loyal and obedient subject is and Appear in forms more horrid; yet my duty, K. Hen. 'Tis nobly spoken: [Exit KING, frowning upon Cardinal WOLSEY the Noble throng after him, smiling and whispering. Wol. What should this mean? What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? lion Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him; Then makes him nothing. I must read this paver: I fear the story of his anger.-'Tis so; This paper has undone me :--'Tis the account Wal. And ever may your highness yoke to- Of all that world of wealth I have drawn to gether, As I wil lend you cause, my doing wel With my well saying! K. Hen. 'Tis well said again; And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well: could My studied purposes requite; which went • Know. gether For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the pope ness; And, from that full meridian of my glory, Re-enter the Dukes of NORFOLK, and Sep- Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you To render up the great seal presently Wol. Stay, Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry Authority so weighty. Suf. Who dare cross them? Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly Wol. Till I find more than will, or words, to do it, • Esher in Surrey. (I mean, your malice,) know, officious lords, As if it fed ye and how sleek and wanton In time will find their fit rewards. That seal, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law: The heads of all thy brother cardinals, (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together,) Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your poYou sent me deputy for Ireland; [licy! Far from his succour, from the king, from`ali That might have mercy on the fault thon gav'st him; Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, Wol. This, and all else This talking lord can lay upon my credit, If I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you, Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be, Sur. By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou should'st feel My sword i'the life-blood of thee else.-My lords, Is poison to thy stomach. Sur. Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious. Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. But that I am bound in charity against it! And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, When the king knows my truth. Sur. This cannot save you : I thank my memory, I yet remember Wol. Speak on, Sir: I dare your worst objections: if I blush, Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. First, that, without the king's assent, or knowledge, You wrought to be a legate; by which power Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else To foreign princes, Ego et Rex meus Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge [king Sur. Item, you sent a large commission To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude, Without the king's will, or the state's allowance, A league between his highness and Ferrara. Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin. Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable substance, (By what means got, I leave to your own conscience,) To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways Cham. O my lord, Press not a falling man too far: 'tis virtue : So little of his great self. Sur. I forgive him. Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, Because all those things, you have done of late By your power legatine within this kingdom, Fall into the compass of a præmunire, į— That therefore such a writ be sued against you: To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be Out of the king's protection :-This is my charge. Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations How to live better. For your stubborn answer, thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal, [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, king's hand: But, thus much, they are foul ones. Wol. So much fairer, This many summers in a sea of glory; Neglect him not; make use now, and provide Weary, and old with service, to the mercy vours! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed. Crom. How does your grace? Wol. Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me cur'd me The king has I humbly thank his grace; and from these These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken Wol. I hope I have: I am able now, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,) To endure more miseries, and greater far, Crom. The heaviest, and the worst, Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, The king shall have my service; but my prayers Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a Found thee a way out of his wreck, to rise in: Mark but my fall, and that that ruin’d me. Corruption wins not more than honesty, not: Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; There take an inventory of all I have, Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is And my integrity to heaven, is all Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury. Wol. That's news indeed. Crom. Last, that the lady Anne, Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me The king has gone beyond me, all my glories well; I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now What, and how true thou art: he will advance Some little memory of me will stir him, (I know his noble nature,) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too: Good well, This general joy. 2 Gent. 'Tis well: the citizens, I am sure, bave shown at full their royal minds; In celebration of this day with shows, 1 Gent. Never greater, Crom-Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, Sir. • The chancellor is the guardian of orphans. • Interest. + This sentence was really uttered by Wolary. 2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that con- And more, and richer, when he strains that tains, That paper in your hand? 1 Gent. 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 bigh steward; next the duke of Norfolk, He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest. 2 Gent. 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, The princess dowager! how goes her business? 1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not; [Trumpets. 2 Gent. Alas, good lady!The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. A lively flourish of Trumpets; then enter 1. Two Judges. 2. The Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. 3. Choristers singing. [Music. 4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head, a gilt copper crown. 5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him the earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove, crowned with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS. 6. 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. Collars of $S. 7. A canopy borne by four of the cinque. ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side of her, the bishops of London, and Winchester. 8. The old duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. 9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers. lady: I cannot blame his conscience. 1 Gent. They, that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barcus Of the Cinque-ports. 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are near her. I take it, she that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are coun tessses. 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 broiling ? 2 Gent. Among the crowd 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? 3 Gent. That I did. 1 Gent. How was it? 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent. Good Sir, speak it to us. 3 Gent. As well as I am able. stream The rich Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen faces joy I never saw before. Great-bellied women Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd ? 2 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, modest paces saint-like, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd de voutly. Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people : 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.--These I As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, know ; Who's that, that bears the sceptre ? 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset: And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. The rod, and bird of peace, and all such em blems Laid nobly on her; which perform'd, the choir, 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, should be The duke of Suffolk 1 Gent. 'Tis the same; high-steward. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ? 1 Gent. Yes. 2 Gent. Heaven bless thee! [Looking on the Queen. Thou hast 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, • The marriage lately considered as valid. And with the same full state pac'd back again To York-place, where the feast is held. 1 Gent. Sir, you Must no more call it York-place, that is past: 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, of of his own body he was ill,⚫ and gave 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, The virtuous Cranmer. 3 Gent. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, Cranmer will and a friend will not shrink from hiin. 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the king, and truly Has made him master o'the jewel house, 3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Both. You may command us, Sir. [Exeunt. SCENE 11.-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, Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair ;So, now, inethiaks, I feel a little ease. Didst thou not tell me, Grifith, 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 Grifith, tell me how he died: If well, be stepp'd before me, happily • Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : Kath. Alas! poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, And yet with charity,-He was a man The clergy ill example. Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; Kath. After my death 1 wish no other herald, him! Peace be with Patience, be near me still; and set me lower : Sad and solemn music. 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 congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at whick, the other four make reverend court'sies, then the two that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who obsertt the same order in their changes, and welding 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,¦ ske makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and sa in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music CONtinues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we are here. Kath. It is not you I call for. Saw ye none enter, since I slept ? Grif. None, madam. Set a lewd example in his own person Formed for. ¡ Ipswich |