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Ty'd it by letters patents : Now, who'll take it? Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's Sur. The king, that gave it.

hand: Wol. It must be himself then.

But, thus much, they are foul oncs. Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest.

Wol. So much fairer, Wol. Proud lord, thou liest;

5 And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, Within these forty hours Surrey durst better When the king knows my truth. Have burnt that tongue, than said so.

Sur. This cannot save you: Sur. Thy ambition,

I thank my memory, I yet remember
Thou scarlet sin, robb’d this bewailing land Some of these articles; and out they shall.
Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law : 10 Now, if you can blush, and cry guilty, cardinal,
The heads of all ihy brother cardinals

You'll shew a little honesty.
(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together) Wol. Speak on, sir;
Weigh'd not a hair ot his. Plague of your policy I dare your worst objections: if I blush,
You sent me deputy for Ireland ;

It is, to see a nobleman want manners. [at you. Far from his succour, from the king, from all 15 Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have That might have mercyon the fault thougav'st him; First, that, without the king's assent, or knowledge, Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity, You wrought to be a legate; by which power Absolv'd him with an axe.

You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops. W'ol. This, and all else

Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else This talking lord can lay upon my credit, 20 To foreign princes, Ego et Rer meus I answer, is most false. The duke by law Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the king Found his deserts: how innocent I was

To be your servant. From any private malice in his end,

Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge His noble jury and foul cause can witness. Either of king or council, when you went Ji I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you, 125 Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold You have as little honesty as honour;

To carry into Flanders the great seal. That I, in the way of loyalty and truth

Sur. Item, you sent a large commission Toward the king, my ever royal master, To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude, Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be, Without the king's will, or the state 's allowance, And all that love his follies.

30 A league between his highness and Ferrara. Sur. By my soul,

Ffeel Suf. That,out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Yourlong coat, priest, protects you:thou should'st Your holy hat to be stampt on the king's coin. Mysword i' the life-blood of thee else.—Mylords, Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable subCan ye endure to hear this arrogance?

stance And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely, 35 (Bywhat means got,Ileave to yourownconscience) To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,

To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward, You have for dignities; to the mere 'undoing And dare us with his cap, like larks'.

Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; Wol. All goodness

Which, since they are of you, and odious, Is poison to thy stomach.

140 I will not taint my mouth with. Sur. Yes, that goodness

Cham, O my lord, Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion ; His faults lie open to the laws; let them, The goodness of your intercepted packets, Not you, correct him. My heart weeps-to see him You writ to the pope, against the king: your 45 so little of his great self. goodness,

Sur. I forgive bim.

[is,Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.- Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure My lord of Norfolk,--as you are truly noble, Because all those things, you have done of late As you respect the common good, the state By your power legatine within this kingdom, Of your despis'd nobility, our issues,

50 Fall into the compass of a Præmunire, Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,

That therefore such a writ be su'd against you; Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Collected from his life :-I'll startle you (wench Castles, and whatsoever, and to be Worse than the sacring bell?, when the brown Outof the king's protection*:—This is my charge. Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. [man, 55 Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations

Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this How to live better. For your stubborn answer, But that I am bound in charity against it! About the giving back the great seal to us,

· The hat of a cardinal was scarlet; and the method of daring larks was by small mirrors fastened on scarlet cloth, which engaged the attention of these birds while the fowler drew his net over them. • The little bell, which is rung to give notice of the Ilost approaching when it is carried in procession, as also in otheroffices of the Romish church, is called the sacring or consecration bell; from the French word, sacrer. 3 i. e. absolute. * The judgement in a writ of Præmunire is, that the defendant shall be out of the king's protection; and his lands and tenements, goods and chattels, forfeited to the king; and that his body sball remain in prison at the king's pleasure. Yy2

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thank you.

Wol. That's news indeed.
So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,

[Exeunt all but Wolsey. Whom the king hath in secrecy long marry'd,
Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. 5 This day was view'd in open, as his queen,
Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! Going to chapel; and the voice is now
This he state of man; To-day he puts forth Only about her coronation.
The tender leaves of hope, to-norrow blossoins, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down.
And bears his blushing honours thick upon hiin

O Croinwell, The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; 10 The king has gone beyond me, all my glories And—when he thinks, good easy man, full surely In that one woman I have lost for ever: His greatness is a-ripening,-nips his root, No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, Upon my smiles. Go get thee from me,Cromwell; These many summers in a sea of glory; 1511 am a poor fallen man, unworthy now But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride To be thy lord and master: Seek the king; At length broke under me; and now has left me, That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him Weary, and old with service, to the mercy What, and how true thou art: he will advance Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Some little memory of me will stir him, [thee; Vain pomp, and glory of this world! I hate ye; 201 know his noble nature, not to let I feel my heart new open'd: 0, how wretched Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell, Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! Neglect him not; make use now, and provide There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, For thine own future safety. That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, Crom. O my lord, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; 25 Must I then leave you must I needs forego And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

So good, so noble, and so true a master?Never to hope again.

Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, Enter Cromwell, amazedly.

With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.— Why, how now, Cromwell?

The king shall have my service; but my prayers Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. 30 for ever, and for ever, shall be yours. Wol. What, amaz'd

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, In all my

miseries; but thou hast forc'd me, A great man should decline? Nay, an you wecp, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. I am fallen indeed.

Let's dryoureyes: And thus far hearme,Cromwell; Crom. How does your grace?

35 And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be; Wol. Why, well;

And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. Of me more must be heard of,--say, I taught thee, I know myself now; and I feel within me Say, Wolsey,- that once trod the ways of glory, A peace above all carthly diguities, [me, And soundedallthe depthsand shoals of honour, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur’d40 Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; I humblythank his grace;and from these shoulders, A sure and safe one, though thy master niiss'd it. These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. A load would sink a navy, too much honour : Cromwell, I charge thee, iling away ambition; 0,'tis a burden, Croinwell,'tis a burden, By that sin fell the angels, how can inan then, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. 45 the image of his Maker,hope to win by't? (thee; Crom. I am glad your grace has made that right Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate use of it.

Corruption wins not niore than honesty. Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, methinks, Still in thy right hand carry geutle peace, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel)

To silence envious tongues. Bejust, and fear not: To endure more miseries, and greater far, 50 Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare oiter. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou tall'st, o What news abroad?

Cromwell, Crom. The heaviest and the worst,

Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; Is your displeasure with the king.

And,—Pr'ythec, lead me in: iVol. God bless him!

55 Chere take an inventory of all I have, Crom. The next is, thatSir

Thomas More is chosen To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, Lord chancellor in your place.

And my integrity to heaven, is all Wol. That's somewhat sudden:

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, But he's a learned man. May he continue Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal Long in his highness' favour, and do justice 601 scrv'd ny king, Fie would not in mine age Fortruth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, Have left ine naked to mine enernies ?. When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, Crom. Good sir, have patience. May have a tomb of orphans'' tears wept on him! Wol. So I have. Farewell What more?

The hopes of court! my hopes in heavendodwell. Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, 165

Exeunt. : The chancellor is the general guardian of orphans. This sentence was really uttered by Wolsey.

ACT

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SCENE I.

6. Marquis Dorset, beuring a sceptre of gold,

on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With A Street in Westminster.

him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.

of silver with the dove, crown'd with an

5 earl's coronet. Collars of SS. . Gent . You are well met' once again,

{behold 7. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his I Gent. You come to take your stand here, and coronet on his head, bearing a long white The lady Anne pass from her coronation?

wand, as high stercard. With him the 2 Geni.'Tis all mybusiness. Atourlastencounter,

Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marThe duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 10 shalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS.

1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sor- 8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports ; This, general joy:

[row;

under it the Queen in her robe; her hair 2 Gent. 'Tis well: the citizens,

richly adori'd with pearl, crowned. On I am sure, have shewn at full their loyal minds; each side her, the bishops of London and As, let'em have their rights, they are ever forward, 15

Winchester. In celebration of this day with shews,

9. The old dutchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of Pageants, and sights of honour.

gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the i Gent. Never greater,

Queen's train. Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.

10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain cir2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains, 20 clets of gold without flowers, That paper in your hand ?

They pass over the stage in order and state. I Gent. Yes; 'tis the list Of those, that claim their offices this day,

2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.-These I By custoin of the coronation.

Who's that, that bears the sceptre? [know ;The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims 125 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset: To be high steward; next the duke of Norfolk, And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. To be earl marshal: you inay read the rest. 2 Gent. A bold bravegentleman. That should be 2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those

The duke of Suffolk. custoins,

1 Gent. ”Tis the same, high-steward. I should have been beholden to your paper.

130 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk. But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,

I Gent. Yes. The princess dowager? how goes her business?

2 Gent. Heaven bless thee! [Looking onthcQueen 1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.Of Canterbury, accompanied with other

I have a soul, she is an angel ;
Learn'd and reverend fathers of his order, 35 Our king has all the Indies in his arms,
Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off And more, and richer, when he strains that lady:
From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which

I cannot blame his conscience.
She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not : 1 Gent. They, that bear
And, to be short, for not appearance, and

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons The king's late scruple, by the main assent

40 Of the Cinque-ports.

[her. Of all these learned men, she was divorc'd, 2 Gent. Those men are happy; so are all are near And the late marriage made of none effect: I take it, she that carries up the train, Since which, she was remov'd to Kimbolton, Is that old noble lady, dutchess of Norfolk. Where she remains now, sick.

I Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 1 Gent. Alas, good lady!

145. 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, The trumpets sound: stand close; the queen is co- And, sometimes, falling ones.

indeed ming.

(Hautboys.
I Gent. No more of that,

[pets. [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of trum

Enter a third Gentleman. THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION. 50 God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling? 1. A lively flourish of trumpets.

3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a 2. Then two Judges.

Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stified (finger 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace With the mere rankness of their joy. before him.

2 Gent. You saw the ceremony? 4. Choristers singing.

[Music. 55 3 Gent. That I did.
5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then I Gent. How was it?

Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing.
head a gilt copper crown.

2 Gent. Good sir, speak it to us,
Alluding to their former meeting, in the second act.
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3 Gent.

Sir, as

3 Gent, As well as I am able. The rich stream And one, already, of the privy-council. Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen 2 Gent. He will deserve more. To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off

3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt. A distance from her: while her grace sat down Come, gentiemen, ye shall go my way, which Torest awhile, some half an hour, or so, 5 Is to the court, and there shall be my guests ; In a rich chair of state, opposing freely

Something I can command. As I walk thither, The beauty of her person to the people.

L'll tell ye more. Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman Both. You may command us, sir. [Excunt That ever lay by man: which when the people Had the full view of, such a noise arose

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SCENE II. As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest,

Kimbolton. As loud, and to as many tunes: Hats, cloaks, Enter Katharine, Dotager,sick,led between Griffith (Doublets, I think) flew up; and had their faces her Gentleman-usher, and Patience her woman. Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy Grif. How does your grace? I never saw before. Great-belly'd women, 15 Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: That had not half a week to go, like rams? My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth, In the old time of war, would shake the press, Willing to leave their burden : Reach a chair ; – And make'em reel before 'em. No man living So,-now, methinks, I feel a little ease. Could

say, This is my rife, there; all were woven Did'st thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, So strangely in one piece.

20 That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, 2 Gent. But what follow'd?

[paces Was dead ? 3 Gent. Atlength her grace rose,andwith modest Grif. Yes, madam : but, I think your grace, Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saint- Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to 't: like,

Kath. Prythee, goodGriffith, tell me how he dy'd; Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. 25 If well, he stepp'd before me, happily”, Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people:

For

my example. When by the archbishop of Canterbury,

Grif: Well, the voice goes, madam : She had all the royal makings of a queen; For after the stout earl Northumberland As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,

Arrested him at York, and brought him forward Therod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems 30|(As a man sorely tainted) to his answer, Lay'd nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, He could not sit his mule, Together sung Te Deum. So she parted,

Kath. Alas, poor man!

[cester, And with the same full state pac'd back again Grif. At last, with easy roads' he came to LeiTo York place, where the feast is held. 35 Lodg’d in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, 1 Gent. You must no more call it York place, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd bim; that's past :

To whom he gave these words, O father abbot, For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; “ An old man, broken with the storms of state, 'Tis now the king's, and call’d-Whitehali. Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; 3 Gent. I know it;

40" Give him a little earth for charity !". But 'tis so lately alter’d, that the old name So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness Is fresh about me,

Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this, 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops

About the hour of eight, (which he himself Were those that went on each side of the queen? foretold should be his last) full of repentance, 3 Gent. Stokesly, and Gardiner; the one, of 45 Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, Winchester,

gave his honours to the world again, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary) His blessed part to heaven,anıl slept in peace.[him! The other, London.

Kath. So may he rest; his faults líe gently on 2 Gent, He of Winchester

Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Is held no great good lover of the archbishop, 1.50 And yet with charity ;-He was a man The virtuous Cranmer,

Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking 3 Gent. All the land knows that: [comes, Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion llowever, yet there's no great breach; when it ly'd * all the kingdom: simony was fair play; Cranmer will finda friend will not shrink from him. His own opinion was his law : ''the presence

2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 155 He would say untruths; and be ever double, 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell;

Both in his words and ineaning: He was never, A man in much esteem with the king, and truly But where he meant to ruin, pitiful : A worthy friend, The king has made him His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Master o' the jewel-house,

13ut his performance, as he is now, nothing: lj. e. like battering-rams. Happily seems to mean on this occasion-peradventure, haply. '. e. hy short stages. *i. e. (says Mr. 'Tollet) He was a man of an unbounded stomach, or pride, ranking b'mself with princes, and, by suggestion to the king and the pope, he ty’d, i. e. limited, circumscribed, and set hounds to the liberties and properties of all persons in the kingdom. That he did so, appears troin various passages in the play.

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order: at which, (as it were by inspiration) she The clergy ill example.

makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth Grif. Noble madam,

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her hands to hearen; and so, in their dancing, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues they vanish, carrying the garlund ruiththem. The We write in water?. May it please your highness 5 musick continues. To hear me speak his good now?

Kuth. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye Kuth. Yes, good Griffith ;

all gone? I were malicious else.

And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. This cardinal,

Grif. Madam, we are here. Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly 10. Kath. It is not you I call for : Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle, Saw you none enter, since I slept? He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one :

Grif. None, madam. Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Kuth. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed Lofty and sour, to them that lov'd him not;

troop But, to those men that souglit him, sweet as sum- 15 Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting, (mer. Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun? (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, madam, They promis’d me eternal happiness; He was most princely: Ever witness for him And brought me garlands, Grillith, which I feel Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, I am not worthy yet to wear : .I shall, Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, 20 Assuredly.

dreams Unwilling to out-live the good he did it;

Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good The other, though unfinishid, yet so famous, Possess your fancy. So excellent in art, and still so rising,

Kath. Bid the musick leave, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. They are harsh and heavy to me. [.Musick ceases. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; 25 Pat. Do you note, For then, and not 'till then, he felt himself, How much' her grace is alter'd on the sudden? And found the blessedness of being little: How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks, And, to add greater honours to his age

And of an earthy cold? Mark her eyes, Than man could give him, he dy'd, fearing God. Grif: She is going, wench; pray, pray,

Kuth. After my death, I wish no other herald, 30 Pat. Heaven comfort her! No other speaker of my living actions,

Enter a Messenger. To keep mine honour from corruption,

Mes, An't like your grace, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.

Kath. You are a sawcy fellow :
Whom I most hated living, thoti hast made me, Deserve we no more reverence?
With thy religious truth, and modesty, 35] Grif. You are to blame,
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him! Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness,
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower: To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.
I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Griffith, Mes. I humblydo entreat your bighness' pardon;
Cause the musicians play me that sad note My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying
I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating 40 A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
On that celestial harmony I go to.

Kath. Adinit hin entrance, Griffith: But this
Sad and solein musick.
Let me ne'er see again.

[fellow Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down

[Exeunt Griffith, and Messenger, quiet,

Re-enter Griffith, with Cupucius. For fear we wake her:-Softly, gentle Patience. 45If my sight fail not, The vision. Ester, solemnly tripping, one after an- You should be lord ambassador from the emperor

other, sir personages, clad in white robes, wear- My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. ing on their hrads garlands of bays, and golden Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. rizards on their faces ; branches of bays, or Kath. O my lord, palm, in their hands. They first congee unto her, 50 The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely then dance ; and, at certain changes, the first two With me, since first you knew me.

But, I pray hold a spare garland over her head; at rehich, What is your pleasure with me?

[you, the other four make reverend curtsies; then the Cup. Noble lady, two, that held the garland, deliver the same to First, mine own service to your grace; the next, the other next two, who observe the same order in 55 The king's request that I would visit you; their changes, and holding the garland over her Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me head; which done, they deliver the same garland Sends you his princely commendations, to the last troo, who likezvise observe the samel And heartily entreats you take good comfort.

· A criminal connection with women was anciently call'd the rice of the body. So, in Holinshed, p. 1258, “he labour'd by all means to cleare mistresse Sanders of committing erill of her bodie with bim.” 2 Dr. Percy remarks, that “this reflection bears a great resemblance to a passage in Sir Thomas More's History of Richard III. where, speaking of the ungrateful turns which Jane Shore expes rienced from those whom she had served in her prosperity; More adds, " Men use, if they have an evil turne, to write it in marble, and whoso doeth us a good turne, we write it in duste.”

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