A great man fhould decline? nay, if you weep, Crom. How does your Grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. A ftill and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, A load would fink a navy, too much honour. O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n. [it. Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right ufe of Wol. I hope, I have: I'm able now, methinks, Out of a fortitude of foul I feel, T'endure more miferies, and greater far, Crom. The heavieft, and the worst, Is your displeasure with the King. Wol. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moor is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden But he's a learned man. May he continue Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Wol. That's news, indeed. Crom. Laft, that the lady Anne, Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married, [Cromwell, Wol. There was the weight, that pull'd me down. O The The King has gone beyond me: all my glories" Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; 7 To be thy lord and mafter. Seek the King; I know his noble nature, not to let Thy hopeful fervice perifh too. Good Cromwell, Crom. O my lord, Must I then leave you? muft I needs forego Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention (25) trod the ways of Glory,] Mr. Warburton, who thinks the Metaphor here miserably mangled, conjectures the Poet wrote; rode the Waves of Glory. 'Tis certain, the Words, Sounded, Depths, Shoals, Wreck, which follow, all countenance this Emendation; and therefore tho' I have not ventur'd to disturb the Text, ftill I think it very worthy of confideration. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not. Thy God's, and Truth's; then if thou fall'ft, O Cromwell, There, take an inventory of all I have; To the last penny, 'tis the King's. My robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Crom. Good Sir, have patience. The hopes of Court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell. [Exeunt. (26) cherish thofe Hearts that hate thee.] Tho this be an admirable Precept in private Life, and full of the Divinity that firft infpired it; yet it was never calculated, nor defign'd, for the Direction of the Magiftrate or Publick Minifter. Nor could this be the Precept of an experienced Statefman for his Pupil's future Conduct. This would make a good Chriftian, but a very ill and very unjust Statefman and we have nothing fo infamous on Record as the fuppos'd Advice given to K. Charles the 2d, to cherish his Enemies, and be in no pain for his Friends. I am of Opinion, that our Poet wrote; cherish thofe Hearts, that wait thee: i. e. thy Dependants. For the contrary Practice had been Wolfey's Ruin. He was not follicitous enough of making Dependants by his Bounty, but too intent on amaffing Wealth for himself. The following Line likewise feems to confirm the Emendation: Corruption ins not more than Honesty. i. e. You will never find Men won over to your temporary Occafions by Bribery, of fo much Ufe to You, as Friends made by a juft and generous Munificence. Mr. Warburton. ACT Y ACT IV. SCENE, a Street in Weftminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. I GENTLEMAN. OU'RE well met once again. I Gen. You come to take your ftand here, The lady Anne pass from her Coronation. 2 Gen. 'Tis all my bufinefs. At our last encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his tryal. 1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd forrow: This, general joy. 2 Gen. 'Tis well; the citizens, I'm fure, have fhewn at full their loyal minds, And let 'em have their rights, they're ever forward Pageants, and fights of honour. I Gen. Never greater, Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, Sir. 2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That paper in your hand? 1 Gen. Yes, 'tis the lift Of thofe that claim their offices this day, By cuftom of the Coronation. The Duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims To be High Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk, To be Earl Marshal; you may read the rest. [stoms, 2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known thofe cuI should have been beholden to your paper. E 4 But, But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine, I 1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order, 2 Gen. Alas, good lady! The trumpets found; ftand close, the Queen is coming. The Order of the Coronation. [Hautboys. 1. A lively flourish of trumpets. 2. Then, two Judges. 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purfe and mace before him. 4. Choristers finging. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. [Mufick. Then Garter in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown. 6. Marquefs of Dorfet, bearing a Scepter of gold, on his bead a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of filver with the dove, crown'd with an Earl's coronet. Collars of SS. 7. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of eftate, his coronet on his bead, bearing a long white wand, as Higb Steward. With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marfhalfhip, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS. 2. A canopy born by four of the Cinque-ports, under it the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each fide her, the bishops of London and Winchester. |