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In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. 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 [thee, Of me more must be heard of,-say, I taught 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;
Corruption wins not more than honesty,
silence envious tongues. Be just, and
1 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. 2 Gent. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those customs,
I should have been beholden to your paper. But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager! how goes her business? 1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
2 Gent. Alas, good lady!The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.
et all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy coun-1. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fail'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king;
THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. A lively flourish of Trumpets; then enter Two Judges.
The Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. Choristers singing.
Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head, a gilt copper crown.
Marquis 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.
6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his 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. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side of her, the bishops of London, and Winchester.
8. The old duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train.
9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.
2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.-These I know;
Who's that, that bears the sceptre? 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset:
And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that should be
The duke of Suffolk.
1 Gent. 'Tis the same; high-steward. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk? 1 Gent. Yes.
2 Gent. Heaven bless thee!
[Looking on the Queen. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;
The marriage lately considered as valid.
Our king has all the Indies in his arms,
1 Gent. They, that bear
The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-ports.
2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are near her.
I take it, she that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed;
And, sometimes, falling ones. 1 Gent. No more of that.
[Exit Procession, with a great flourish of Trumpets.
Enter a third GENTLEMAN. God save you, Sir! Where have you been broiling?
3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a finger
Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy.
2 Gent. You saw
3 Gent. That I did.
1 Gent. How was it?
3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent. Good Sir, speak it to us. 3 Gent. As well as I am able.
Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen
2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd?
3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest paces
Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and,
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir,
Must no more call it York-place, that is past:
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
Is fresh about me.
2 Gent. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen? 3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Winchester,
(Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) The other, London.
2 Gent. He of Winchester
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, The virtuous Cranmer.
3 Gent. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, [him. Cranner will find a friend will not shrink from 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell;
A man in much esteem with the king, and
Both. You may command us, Sir. [Exeunt.
Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH and PATIENCE.
Grif. How does your grace?
Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: [earth, Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;-My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the So, now, methinks, I feel a little ease. [me, Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st That the great child of honour, cardinal WolWas dead?
Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,* he died: For my example.
Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam: For after the stout earl Northumberland (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, Arrested him at York, and brought him forward He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, He could not sit his mule.
Kath. Alas! poor man!
Grif. At last, with easy roads,t he came to
So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with charity,-He was a man
And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
Kath. After my death I wish no other he-
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower:
Sud and solemn music.
Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet,
For fear we wake her;-Softly, gentle Patience.
The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of buys, or palm, in their hands. They 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 court'sies; 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 same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of * Of the king. ↑ Ipswich
+ Formed for.
rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone?
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we are here.
Kath. It is not you I call for: Saw ye none enter, since I slept? Grif. None, madam.
Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good Possess your fancy.
Kath. Bid the music leave, They are harsh and heavy to me.
Pat. Do you note,
How long her face is drawn? How pale she How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? looks,
And of an earthy cold? Mark you her eyes? Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Put. Heaven comfort her!
Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. An't like your grace,Kath. You are a saucy fellow: Deserve we no more reverence? Grif. You are to blame, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatTo use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel. Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' My haste made me unmannerly: There is staypardon; [ing A gentleman, sent from the king to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow Let me ne'er see again.
[Exeunt GRIFFITH and MESSENGER.
Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS.
If my sight fail not,
The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely
[you, Cap. Noble lady, [next, First, mine own service to your grace; the The king's request that I would visit you; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by Sends you his princely commendations, [me And heartily entreats you take good comfort. Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
'Tis like a pardon after execution: That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I am past all comforts here, bui How does his highness? [prayers.
Cap. Madam, in good health.
Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor
Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letI caus'd you write, yet sent away? ¡ter.
Pat. No, madam. [Giring it to KATHARINE. | To waste these times.-Good hour of night, Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deThis to my lord the king. Cap. Most willing, madam.
Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter :+[her! The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
A right good husband, let him bet a noble ; And, sure, those men are happy that shall have them.
The last is, for my men :-they are the poorest, But poverty could never draw them from me;— That they may have their wages duly paid them,
And something over to remember me by ; If Heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
And able means, we had not parted thus. These are the whole contents:-And, good my lord,
By that you love the dearest in this world, As you wish Christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the To do me this last right.
Cap. By heaven, I will;
Or let me loose the fashion of a man!
My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience,
Let me be us'd with honour; strew me over
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
[Exeunt, leading KATHARINE.
SCENE 1.-A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER Bishop of Winchester, a PAGE with a torch before him, met by Sir THOMAS
Whither so late?
Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Gur. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at primero
With the duke of Suffolk.
Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
It seems you are in haste: an if there be
(As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the business That seeks despatch by day.
Lov. My lord, I love you;
And durst commend a secret to your ear Much weightier than this work. The queen's in labour,
They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,
Gar. The fruit, she goes with,
I pray for heartily; that it may find
I wish it grubb'd up now.
Lov. Methinks, I could
Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Deserve our better wishes.
Gur. But, Sir, Sir,
Hear me, Sir Thomas: You are a gentleman Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious;
And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well,-
Lov. Now, Sir, you speak of two
Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare speak
One syllable against him?
Gar. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, There are that dare; and I myself have venTo speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,
Sir, (I may tell it you,) I think, I have
Our reasons laid before him,) he hath com-
And we must root him out. From your affairs
[Exeunt GARDINER and PAGE.
K. Hen. What say'st thou? ha!
Almost each pang a death.
K. Hen. Alas, good lady!
And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know,
Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted
[up; In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd
You would have given me your petition, that
Without indurance, further.
Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard With gentle travail, to the gladding of Your highness with an heir!
K. Hen. "Tis midnight, Charles,
Suf. I wish your highness
A quiet night, and my good mistress will
K. Hen. Charles, good night.
Enter Sir ANTHONY DENNY.
Well, Sir, what follows?
Cran. Most dread liege,
The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty;
Are many, and not small; their practices
Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the arch-
K. Hen. Ha! Canterbury?
K. Hen. Tis true: Where is he, Denny?
I am happily come hither.
Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER.
"Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.
Wherefore I sent for you.
To attend your highness' pleasure.
My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.
Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
Have mov'd us, and our council, that you shall
You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice
Cran. God, and your majesty,
K. Hen. Be of good cheer;