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6. Marquis Dorfet, bearing a fcepter of gold, on his head 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 head, bearing a long white wand, as high fteward. With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marfhalfhip, a coronet on his head.Collars of SS. 8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque ports; under it the Queen in her robe; her hair richly adorn'd 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.
to. Certain Ladies or Counteffes, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.
They pafs over the stage in order and state.
2 Gen. A royal train, believe me.-Thefe I Who's that, that bears the fceptre ? [know ;
And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.
1 Gen. Marquis Dorfet:
2 Gen. I thank you, fir; had I not known thofe customs,
I fhould have been beholden to your paper.
1 Gen. Alas, good lady!—
The trumpets found: stand close, the queen is coming.
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.
I Gen. Yes.
1 Gen. No more of that.
[Exit Proceffion, with a great flourish of trumpets. Enter a third Gentleman.
50 God fave you, fir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stified [finger With the mere ranknefs of their joy.
5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown.
2 Gen. You saw the ceremony?
3 Gen. That I did.
1 Gen. How was it?
3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.
2 Gen. Good fir, fpeak it to us.
Alluding to their former meeting in the fecond act.
Y y 3
3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich stream Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
A diftance from her; while her grace fat down
2 Gen. But what follow'd?
3 Gen. At length her grace rofe, and with modeft Came to the altar; where the kneel'd, and, faintlike,
Caft her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly.
1 Gen. You must no more call it York place, that's paft:
For, fince the cardinal fell, that title's loft;
But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old name
2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were thofe that went on each fide of the queen?
Both. You may command us, fir. [Exeunt.
Enter Katharine, Dowager, fick, led between Griffith ber Gentleman-ufher, and Patience her woman. Grif. How does your grace?
Kath. O, Griffith, fick to death:
My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth, Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;So,-now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
Did'st thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'ft me, 20 That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, Was dead?
Grif. Yes, madam: but, I think, your grace, Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to 't. Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd: 25 If well, he stepp'd before me, happily 2, For my example.
Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : For after the ftout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward 30(As a man forely tainted) to his answer, He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill, He could not fit his mule.
Kath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At laft, with easy roads 3 he came to Lei35 Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave thefe words-" O father abbot, "An old man, broken with the ftorms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; 40" Give him a little earth for charity!"
So went to bed: where eagerly his fickness
3 Gen. Stokely, and Gardiner; the one, of 45 Continual meditations, tears, and forrows,
(Newly preferr'd from the king's fecretary)
The other, London.
2 Gen. He of Winchester
He gave his honours to the world again,
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, 50 And yet with charity,—He was a man
i. e. like battering rams.
Of an unbounded ftomach, ever ranking Himfelf with princes; one, that by suggestion Ty'd all the kingdom: simony was fair play; His own opinion was his law: I' the presence 55 He would fay untruths; and be ever double,
Both in his words and meaning: He was never,
Happily feems to mean on this occafion-peradventure, haply. 3 i. e. by fhort ftages. 4 i. e. (fays Mr. Tollet) He was a man of an unbounded ftomach, or pride, ranking himfelf with princes, and by fuggeftion to the king and the pope, he ty'd, i. e. limited, circumfcribed, and fet bounds to the liberties and properties of all perfons in the kingdom. That he did fo, appears from various paffages in the play.
But, to thofe men that fought him, sweet as fummer. 15 Invite me to a banquet; whofe bright faces
Caft thousand beams upon me, like the fun?
[dreams Grif. I am moft joyful, madam, fuch good Poffefs your fancy.
Kath. Bid the mufick leave,
And though he were unfatisfy'd in getting,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But fuch an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Sad and folemn mufick.
Grif. She is afleep: Good wench, let's fit down quiet,
Pat. Do you note,
How much her grace is alter'd on the fudden?
Mef. An't like your grace,
Kath. You are a fawcy fellow:
Grif. You are to blame,
Knowing, fhe will not lofe her wonted greatness,
Mes. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon;
[Exeunt Griffith, and Mejenger. Re-enter Griffith, with Capucius.
If my fight fail not,
50The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely
Cap. Noble lady,
For fear we wake her:-Softly, gentle Patience. The vifion. Enter, folemnly tripping one after an ether, fix perfonages, clad in white robes, wearing on their beads garlands of bays, and golden wizards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, in their hands. They first congee unto ber, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first tw bold a fpare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend curtfies; then the trvo, that held the garland, deliver the fame to the other next two, who obferve the fame order in 55 their changes, and holding the garland over ber bead: which done, they deliver the fame garland to the laft izvo, tubo likewise observe the fame order :| 'A criminal connection with women was anciently call'd the vice of the body. So, in Holinfbed, P. 1258,"he labour'd by all means to cleare miftreffe Sanders of committing evill of ber bodie with him." 2 Dr. Percy remarks, that "this reflection bears a great refemblance to a paffage in Sir Tho mas More's Hiftory of Richard III. where, fpeaking of the ungrateful turns which Jane Shore experienced from thofe whom the had ferved in her profperity; More adds, "Men ufe, if they have an evil turne, to write it in marble, and whofe doth us a good turne, we write it in dufte.”.
Firft, mine own fervice to your grace; the next,
Kath. In which I have commended to his goodThe model of our chafte loves, his young daughter: The dews of heaven fall thick in bleffings on her! Befeeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; I hope, the will deferve well) and a little
To love her for her mother's fake, that lov'd him, Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have fome pity
For honesty, and decent carriage,
A right good husband; let him be a noble :
5 But poverty could never draw 'em from me ;-
10 Thefe are the whole contents:-And, good my
20 Out of this world: tell him, in death I bleft him, For fo I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewel, My lord.-Griffith, farewel.-Nay, Patience, You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;Call in more women.When I am dead, good 25 wench,
Let me be us'd with honour; ftrew me over With maiden flowers, that all the world may know was a chafte wife to my grave: embalm me, Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet like |3c|A queen, and daughter to a king, interr me.
can no more.
[Exeunt, leading Katharine,
Some Part of the Palace.
Enter Gardiner, Bishop of Winchester, a Page with
Gard. Thefe fhould be hours for neceffities,
Lov. Came you from the king, my lord?
Gard. I did, Sir Thomas; and left him at priWith the duke of Suffolk.
Lov. I must to him too,
Before he go to bed. I'll take my leave.
It feems, you are in hafte: an if there be
Some touch of your late bufinefs: Affairs, that
(As, they fay, fpirits do) at midnight, have In them a wilder nature, than the bufinefs That feeks difpatch by day.
Lov. My lord, I love you;
45 And durft commend a fecret to your ear
Much weightier than this work. The queen's in
Lov. Methinks, I could
55 Cry the Amen; and yet my confcience fays She's a good creature, and, fweet lady, does Deferve our better wishes.
Gard. But, fir, fir,
Hear me, Sir Thomas: You are a gentleman 160Of mine own way 2; I know you wife, religious;
1 Primero and primavifta, two games at cards, that is, firft, and first feen: because he that can fhew fuch an order of cards firft,.wins the game. 2 i. e. of mine own opinion in religion.
The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Crom-
Is the king's hand, and tongue; And who dare
Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,
There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd
That does infect the land: with which they mov'd,|
[Exeunt Lovel, and Denny. Cran. I am fearful:-Wherefore frowns he thus? 'Tis his afpect of terror. All's not well. [know King. How now, my lord? You do defire to Wherefore I fent for you.
Cran. It is my duty,
To attend your highnefs' pleasure.
King. Pray you, arife,
My good and gracious lord of Canterbury.
Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
Our reafons laid before him) he hath commanded, 25I have news to tell you: Come, come, give me
King. Charles, I will play no more to-night;
Nor fhall not, when my fancy's on my play.—
King. What fay'st thou? ha!
To pray for her? what, is the crying out? [made
King. Alas, good lady!
Suf. God fafely quit her of her burden, and
King. 'Tis midnight, Charles,
Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember
Suf. I wish your highness
A quiet night, and my good mistress will
King. Charles, good night
I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Have mov'd us and our council, that you shall
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Cran. I humbly thank your highness;
And am right glad to catch this good occafion
45 Moft thoroughly to be winnow'd, where my chaff
King. Stand up, good Canterbury;
50 Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted
i.e. the practifed method, the general course. minds to the king. 3 i. e. fummon`d, conten'd.
Cran. Moft dread liege,
The good I ftand on is my truth and honesty; 60 If they fhall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will triumph o'er my perfon! which I weigh not,
2 i. e. they have broken filence, and told their
4 i. e. you being one of the council.