Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention nothing fo infamous in tradition, as the fuppofed advice given to one of our kings, to cherish his enemies and be in no pain for his friends. I am of opinion the Poet wrote -cherish thofe hearts that WAIT thee.. Corruption wins not more than i. e. you will never find men won over to your temporary occafions by bribery so useful to you as friends made by a juft and generous munificence. Gg 4 WARBURTON. Still Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not. Let all the ends, thou aim'ft at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and Truth's; then if thou fall'ft, O Cromwell, Thou fall'it a bleffed martyr, Serve the King; And Prythee, lead me in There, take an inventory of all I have ; To the last penny, 'tis the King's. And my integrity to heav'n, is all My robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Crom. Good Sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewel The hopes of Court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell. [Exeunt, ACT IV. SCENE I. Y A Street in Westminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. I GENTLEMAN. OU'RE well met ' once again, 2 Gen. And fo are you. Gen You come to take your ftand here, and be hold The lady Anne pafs from her Coronation. tered by Wolfey. This fentence was really ut their former meeting in the fecond act. 2 Gen. 'Tis all my bufinefs. At our laft encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd for row; This, general joy. 2 Gen. 'Tis well; the citizens, I'm fure, have fhewn at full their loyal minds, 1 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 those 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, 2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those customs, I should have been beholden to your paper. 1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop this day-] Hanmer reads, thefe days, but Shakespeare meant fuch a day as this, a coronation day. And fuch is the English idi om, which our author commonly prefers to grammatical nicety. Of And the late marriage made of none effect; 2 Gen. Alas, good lady! The trumpets found; ftand clofe, the Queen is com ing. [Hautboys. The Order of the Coronation. 1. A lively flourish of trumpets. 2. Then, two Judges. 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purfe and mace before him. 4. Chorifters finging. [Mufick. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter in bis coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown. 6. Marquis of Dorfet, bearing a his bead a demi-coronal of gold. 4 Scepter of gold, on 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 fate, his coronet on bis head, bearing a long white wand, as High Steward. With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS. 8. A canopy born by four of the Cinque ports, under it the Queen in her robe; in ber bair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each fide her, the bishops of London and Winchester. 9. The old Dutchefs of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. 10. Certain Ladies or Counteffes, with plain circlets of gold without flowers. They pass over the ftage in order and state, and then Exeunt, with a great flourish of trumpets. 2 Gent. 2 Gen. A royal train, believe me-thefe I knowWho's that, who bears the Scepter? I Gen. Marquis Dorfet. And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod. 2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman. That should be The Duke of Suffolk. 1 Gen. 'Tis the fame: High Steward. 2 Gen. And that my Lord of Norfolk. 1 Gen. Yes. 2. Gen. Heav'n bless thee! [Looking on the Queen Thou haft the sweetest face I ever look'd on. Sir, as I have a foul, fhe is an angel; Our King has all the Indies in his arms, And more and richer, when he ftrains that lady; 1. Gen. They, that bear The cloth of ftate above her, are four barons 2 Gen. Those men are happy; fo are all, are near her. I take it, fhe that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, the dutchefs of Norfolk. 1 Gen. It is, and all the rest are counteffes. 2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo. These are ftars indeed, And fometimes falling ones. 1 Gen. No more of that. Enter a third Gentleman God fave you, Sir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the crowd i' th' Abbey, where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more; I am ftifled, With the meer ranknefs of their joy. 2 Gen. You faw the ceremony? 3 Gen. I did. 1 Gen. How was it? |