Wol. There was the weight that pulld me down. O
Cromwell, The king has gone beyond me: all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever : No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, 410 Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; I am a poor fall'n man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master : seek the king ; That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him What and how true thou art: he will advance thee; Some little memory of me will stir him- I know his noble nature-not to let Thy hopeful service perish too: good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide 420
For thine own future safety. Crom.
O my lord, Must I then leave you ? must I needs forgo So good, so noble and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The king shall have my service, but my prayers
For ever and for ever shall be yours. Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. 430 Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : 440 By that sin fell the angels ; how can man then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O
Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr! Serve the king ; And prithee, lead me in :
450 There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies. Crom. Good sir, have patience. Wol.
So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.
[Exeunt,
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. First Gent. You're well met once again. Sec. Gent. First Gent. You come to take your stand here and behold
The Lady Anne pass from her coronation ? Sec. Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,
The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial. First Gent. 'Tis very true : but that time offer'd sorrow;
This, general joy.
Sec. Gent.
'Tis well : the citizens, I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward In celebration of this day with shows,
Pageants and sights of honour. First Gent.
Never greater, Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir. Sec. Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That paper
hand ? First Gent.
Yes ; 'tis the list Of those that claim their offices this day By custom of the coronation. The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims To be high-steward ; next, the Duke of Norfolk,
He to be earl marshal : you may read the rest. Sec. Gent. I thank you, sir: had I not known those
customs, I should have been beholding to your paper. But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager ? how goes her business ? First Gent. That I can tell you too. The Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other Learned and reverend fathers of his order, Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
She was often cited by them, but appear'd not : And, to be short, for not appearance and 30 The king's late scruple, by the main assent Of all these learned men she was divorced, And the late marriage made of none effect : Since which she was removed to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now sick. Sec. Gent.
Alas, good lady!
[Trumpets. The trumpets sound : stand close, the queen is coming.
[Hautboys.
THL ORDER OF THE CORONATION.
1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets. 2. Then two Judges. 3. Lord Chancellor, with purse and mace before bim. 4. Choristers, singing.
Musicians. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter,
in his coat of arms, and on his head he wears a gilt
copper crown. 6. Marquess Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his
head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove,
crowned with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS. 7. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, bis coronet on
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