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With all the choicest music of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So she parted,
And with the same full ftate pac'd back again
To York-place, where the feast is held.

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,
A man in much esteem with th' King; and truly:
A worthy friend. The King has made him
Master o'th' jewel house,
Aud one, already, of the privy council.

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.
Grif. How does your Grace ?

Cath O Grifith, fick to death :
My legs, like loaded branches, bow to th' earth,

Willing to leave their burden. Reach a chair.
So-now methinks I feel a little ease. [Sitting down.
Did thou not tell me, Grillich, as thou led 'st me,
That the great child of bonour, Cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead?

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

Cath Prythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd.
If well, he stept before me happily,
For my example.

Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.
For after the stout Earl of Northumberland
Arrested bim at York, and brought him forward
(As a man forely tainted) to his answer,
He fell fick suddenly, and grew fo ill
He could not fit his mule.

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.
“ His promiies were, as he then was, mighty;
“ But his performance. as he now is, nothing.
“ Of hrs wn body he was ill *, and

gave " The clergy ill example."

Grif Noble Vadam,
Mens evil manners live in brass, their virtues
We write in water, May it pleale your Highness
To hear me speak his good now?

Larh. Yes, good Griffith,
I were malicious elle.

Grif. This Cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undonbtedly
Was tathion d to much bonour from his craddle.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wife, fair spoken, and persuading;
Lotty and four to them that lov'd bim not;
But to those men that ought him, sweet as summer..
And though he were untatisty'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 outlive the good he did it:
The other, though unfiolhd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so riling,
That Christendom shall ever speak 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 hiin, he dy'd fearing God.

Gath. After my death I wilh no other berald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honelt chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modelty,
Now in his athes honour. Peace be with him!
Patience, be near me still, and set me lower.
I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,

6, he abused his body by intemperance and luxury,

Cause the musicians play me that fad note
I nam'd my knell, whilft i sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

Sad and folemn mufic.
Grif. She is asleep: good wench, let's sit down quiet
For fear we wake her. Softly, geatle patience.
The vision. Enter folemnly one after another, fix perfon-
ages,

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
Invite me to a banquet, whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun ?
They promisd me eternal happiness,
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yer to wear : I thall assuredly.

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,
Pat, Heav'n comfort her!

Enter a Mesenger.
Mell. An't like your Grace-

Cath. You are a faucy fellow;
Deserve we no more rev'reace ?

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

Mel i humbly do intreat your Highness' pardon :
My halte made me unmannerly. There is staying
A gentleman fent from the King, to see you.

Cath. Admit him entrance, Griffith. But this fellow
Let me ne'er lee again.

[Exit Melenger.
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 fame, your servant,

Cath. O my Lord,
The times and titles now are alter'd strangely
With me, since first you knew me. But, I pray you,
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.

Cath. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late;
'Tis like a p«rdon after execution ;
- That gentle physic givin in time, had cur'd me,
But now I'm paft all comforts here but prayers.
How does his Highness?

Cap. Madam, in good health.

Cath. So may he ever do, and ever flourish,
When I th:all dwell with worms, and my poor name be
Banish'd the kingdom ! Patience, is that letter
I caus'd you write, yet sent away?

Pat. No, Madam.
Cath. Sir, I must hun.bly prey you to deliver

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