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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 : #ol. It must be himself then.

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

W'o!. 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 ar:bition,

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 guiliy, cardinal, The heads of all thy 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 of 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, froin the king, from all 15 Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have That inight 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. Wol. 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 Rex 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 Ilis noble jury and foul cause can witness. Either of king or council, when you went Ii lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you, 25 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,

[feel Suf. That,out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Your long coat, priest, protects you: thou should'st Your holy hat to be stampt on the king's coin. Ify sword i' the life-blood of thee else.—My lords, Sur. Then, that you havesent innumerable subCan ye endure to hear this arrogance?

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

To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways Farewell uobility; 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


and odious, Is poison to thy stomach.

40 I will not taint my inouth with. Sur. Yes, that goodness

Cham. O my lord, Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Press not a failing man too far; 'tis virtue: Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion ; His faults lic 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 him.

[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 sun 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 niycharge, 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 Host approaching when it is carried in procession, as also in other offices of the Romish church, is called the sucring 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 shall remain in prison at the king's pleasure. Yiy




thank you.

The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall! Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.

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

[Ercunt all but Wolsey. Whoin 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 is the state of man; To-day he puts forth

Only about her coronation. The tender leaves of hope, to-niorrow blossoins, lol. There was the weight that pull’d me down. And bears his blushing honours thick upon

hiin :

O Cromwell,
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 minc 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; 151 ann 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 meniory of me will stir him, [thee; Vain pomp, and glory of this world! I hate ye; 1200 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 peces 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 Crim. I have no power to speak, sir. 30ffor 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 weep, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. I am fallen indeed.

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

135 And,—when I am forgotten, as I shall be; . Ilol. Why, well;

And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. Ofme more must be heard of,--say, I taught thee, I know myself pow; and I feel within me Say, Wolsey,- that once trod the ways of glory, A peace above all earthly diguities, [me, and soundedallthe depths and shoals of honour, -A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd 40 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 miss'd it. These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

Mark but my fall, and that that ruiu'd me. A load would sink a navy, too much honour : Cromwell, Icharge ilue, lling away aınbition; O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, By that sin fell the angels, how cau man then, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. 45 1 he image of his Makir, hope to win by't! (thee; Crom. I am glad your grace has made that right Love thyselt last: cherish those hearts that hate use of it.

Corruption wins not more than houesty. Wol. I hope, I have: I am able


methinks, Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel)

To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: 1'o endure more iniseries, and greater far, 50 Let all the ends, thou ain'st at, bethy couniry's, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare oller. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'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’ythee, lead me in: Wol. God bless him!

155 There take an inventory of all I have, Crom. The nextis,thatSir Thomas More is chosen! To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, Lord chancellor in your place.

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

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell,Croinwell, 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 serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Fortruth's sakeand his conscience; that his bones, Have left me naked to inine enemies. When he has run his course, and siceps in blessings, Crom. Good sir, have patience. May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on him! ll'ol. So I have. Farewell What more?

The hopes of court! my hopes in heavendo dwell. Crom. That Cranmer is retulh d with welcome, 65

[Ereunt : The chancellor is the general guardiau of orphans. : This sentence was really uttered by Wolsey.


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6. Marquis Dorset, bearing 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 doce, cround with an

earl's coronet. Collars of SS. . Gent. You are well net 'once again, 2 .

[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 Aune pass from her coronation?

wand, as high steward. With him the 2 Geni.”Tis all my business. Atourlastencounter,

Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of mar. The duke of Buckingbam came trom his trial. 101

shalship, a coronet on his head. Collurs of S.S. Gent. "Tis very true: but that time offer'd sor- 8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; This, general joy.


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

richly adorn'd with pearl, crowned. On I am sure, have shewn'at full their loyal minds; euch side her, the bishops of London and As, let'en 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 lionour.

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 custom 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 may read the rest. 2 Gent. Aboldbrave gentleman. That should be 2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those

The duke of Suffolk. customs,

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

301 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 onthequeen. 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 Sir, as 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 140 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, i Gent. Alas, good lady!

45 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, The trumpets sound: stand close; the queen is co- And, sometimes, falling ones. [indeed; ming.

1 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 stiiled (tinger 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 1 Gent. How was it?

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

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

3 Gent.


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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, gent emen, ye shall go my way, which To rest 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. [Exeunt. That ever lay by man: which when the people Had the full view of, such a noise arose


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

Kimbolton. As loud, and to as many tunes: liats, cloaks, Enter Katharine, Dowager,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 50,- now, methinks, I feel a little ease. Could say, This s 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. Atlen 3th 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.Pr’ythee,good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd: Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly. 25lf 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 atter the stout earl Northumberland As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown,

Arrested him at York, and brought him forward The rod, and bird of peace, and all such einblems 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 pacid 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 wordsO father abbot, For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; “ An old man, broken with the storms of state, 'T'is now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall. " Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; 3 Gent. I know it;

10“ 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 ine.

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? i'oretold should be lis last) full of repentance, 3 Gent. Stokesly, and Gardiner; the one, 0145 Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, Winchester,

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

Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie 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, 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 liowever, yet there's no great breach ; when it l'y'd all the kingdom : simony was fair play; Cranmer will find a friend willnot shrink from him. his own opinion was his law : ''the presence 2 Gent. W

may that be, I pray you? 55 He would say untruths; and be ever double, 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell;

Buth in his words and meaning: 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 hiin His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Master o the jewel-house,

13ut his performance, as he is now, nothing. ' i. e. like battering-rams. Happily seems to mean on this occasion—perarenture, haply. 'i.e. by short stages. *i. e. (says Mr. Tollet) He was a man of an unbounded stomach, or pride, ranking himself with princes, and, by suggestion to the king and the pope, heyd, i. e, limited, circunscribed, and set bounds to the liberties and properties of all persons in the kingdom. That he did so, appears from various passages in the play.



all gone?

Of his own body he was ill', and gave

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

mukes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeti Grif. Noble madam,

up her hands to heaven; and so, in their dancing, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues they vanish, currying the garland with them. The We write in water?. May it please your highness 5 mușick continues. To hear me speak his good now?

Kuth. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye Kath. Yes, good Griffith ; 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 101 Kath. It is not you I call for: Was fashion'd to inuch 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 : Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed Lofty and sour, to them that lov'd him not ;

troop But, to those men that sought 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 upor: mc, 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, Griihth, which I feel Those twins of learning, that he rais’d in you, I ain not worthy yet to wear : I shall, Ipswich, and Oxford ! one of which fell with him, 20 Assuredly.

[dreams Cowilling to out-live the good he did it;

Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good The other, though unfinish’d, 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 virtụe. · 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.

Kath. After my death, I wish no other herald, 30 Pat. Heaven comfort her! Po 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 ļiving, thou 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, Nies. I humblydo entreat your highness' pardon;
Cause the musicians play me that sad note My haste made ine 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. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this
Sad and solemn musick,
Let me ne'er see again.

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

[Ereunt Griffith, and Messenger. quiet,

Re-enter Griffith, with Capucius. For fear we wake her:-Softly, gentle Patience. 45 If my sight fail not, The tision. Enter, 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 heads garlands of bays, and golden Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. rizards on their faces ; branches of bays, or Kuth. () my lord, palm, in their hands. They first oongee 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 which, What is your pleasure with me? [you, the other four

make reverend curtsies ; then the Cap. 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 two, who likewise observe the same And heartily entreats you take good comfort,

* A criminal connection with women was anciently call'd the vice of the body. So, in Holinshed, p. 1258," he labour'd by all means to cleare niistresse Sanders of coinmitting evill of her bodie with him." 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 expeçienced 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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