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With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
1 Gen. You must no more call it York-place, that's For since the Cardinal fell, that title's lolt; [paít. 'Tis now the King's, and called Whitehall.
3 Gen. I know it : But 'tis to lately alter'd, that 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. Stokelly 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 lover of th’ Archbishop, The virtuous Cranmer.
3 Gen. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when't comes, Granmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.
2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you?
3. Gen. Thomas Cromwell,
2 Gen. He will deserve more.
3.Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Conie, Gentlemen, you thall both go my way, Which is to the court, and there shall be my guests : Something I can command; as I walk thither, I'll tell you more
Both. You may command us, Sir. [Excunt.
S CE N E II. Changes to Kimbolton. Enter: Catharine dowager, fick, led between Griffith her
Gentleman-Ulher, and Patience her woman.
Cath O Grifith, fick to death :
Willing to leave their burden. Reach a chair.
Grif. Yes, Madam ; but I think your Grace, i
Cath Prythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd.
Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.
Cath. Alas, poor man !
Grif. At last, with easy roads he came to Liecester; Lodg’d in the abbey, 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 bim a little earth for charity!' So went to bed ; where eagerly his fickness Pursu'd him still, and three nights after this, About the bour of eight, (which he himself Foretold should be his latt), full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave
his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heav'n, and slept in peace.
Cath. “ So may he rest, his faules lie gently on him! " Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him ; " And yet with charity. He was a man • of an unbounded ltomach; ever ranking “ Himself with princes: one that, by suggeftion, • Ty'd * all the kingdom : simony was fair play: " His own opinion was his law. i'th'presence “ He would lay untruths, and be ever double 6. Both in his words and meaning. He was never,
• i. 6. inslaved.
• But where be meant to ruin, pitiful.
gave " The clergy ill example."
Grif Noble Vadam,
Larh. Yes, good Griffith,
Grif. This Cardinal,
Gath. After my death I wilh no other berald,
6, he abused his body by intemperance and luxury,
Cause the musicians play me that fad note
Sad and folemn mufic.
clad in white robes, wearing on their heads gar. lands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces ; branches of bays or palm in their hands I hey first congee 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 curtfies; 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 Jame garland to the last two, who likewise ohjerve the Jame oriler: (at which, as it were by inspiration, the 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 music continues.
Cath. Spirits of peace, where are ye ? are ye gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Grif. Madain, we're here.
Cath. It is not you I call for ; Saw ye none enter since I Nept?
Grif. None, Madam
Cath. No ? saw you not ev'n now a blessed troop
Grif. I am not joyful, Madain, such good dreams Poffefs your fincy.
Cath. Bid the music leave, siis harlh and heavy to me.
[M fic ceases. Pat 20 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? oblerve her eyes.
Grif. She is going, wench. Pray, pray,
Enter a Mesenger.
Cath. You are a faucy fellow;
Grif. You're lo blame,
Mel i humbly do intreat your Highness' pardon :
Cath. Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow
Cap. Madam, the fame, your servant,
Cath. O my Lord,
Cap Noble Lady,
Cath. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late;
Cap. Madam, in good health.
Cath. So may he ever do, and ever flourish,
Pat. No, Madam.