Crom. I am glad your grace has made that right use

of it.

Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, methinks

(Out of a fortitude of foul I feel),

To endure more miseries, and greater far,
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
What news abroad?

Crom. The heaviest, and the worst,
Is your displeasure with the king.

Wol. God bless him!

Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen

Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol. That's somewhat fudden :But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's fake, and his confcience; that his bones, When he has run his course, and fleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on them!(4) What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome;
Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news indeed.

Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open, as his queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.

Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down.

Cromwell,

The king has gone beyond me; all my glories In that one woman I have loft for ever: No fun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master: Seek the king; That fun, I pray, may never fet! I have told him What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee: Some little memory of me will ftir him, I know his noble nature, not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell, Neglect him not make use now, and provide

(4) The chancellor is the general guardian of orphans. A 'tomb of tears' is very harth. JOHNS.

For thine own future safety.

Crom. O my lord,

Must I then leave you? must I needs forego
So good, so noble, and so true a mafter?-
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his lord.-
The king shall have my fervice; but my prayers
For ever, and for ever, shall be your's.

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou haft forc'd me,
Out of thy honeft 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 fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of,---say, I taught thee,
Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And founded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in;
A fure and fafe one, though thy master mifs'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that which ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition:
By that fin fell the angels; how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by't?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ;(5)
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To filence envious tongues. Be juft, 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 bleffed martyr.

And-pr'ythee, lead me in:

Serve the king;

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 my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal
I ferv'd my king, he would not in mine age

Have left me naked to my enemies.(6)

Crom. Good fir, have patience.

Wol. So I have. Farewel

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

A Street in Westminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.

I Gentleman.

YOU are well met once again.

2 Gen. So are you.

1 Gen. You come to take your stand here, and behold

The lady Anne pass from her coronation ?

2 Gen. 'Tis all my business. At our last encounter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

I Gen. 'Tis very true: but that time offered forrow. This, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well: the citizens,

I am fure, have shewn at full their loyal minds;
As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward
In celebration of this day with shews,

Pageants, and fights of honour.

1 Gen. Never greater,

Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, fir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains,

That paper in your hand?

I Gen. Yes; 'tis the lift

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 fteward; next, the duke of Norfolk,
To be earl marshal: you may read the rest.

2 Gen. I thank you, fir; had I not known those customs,

I should have been beholden to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catherine,
The princess-dowager? how goes her business ?

1 Gen. 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, fix miles
From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which
She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not:
And, to be short, for not appearance, and
The king's late fcruple, by the main affent
Of all these learned men she was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect;
Since which, she was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas, good lady!

The trumpets found: stand close, the queen is coming.

[Hautboys.

THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION..

1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets.

2. Then two Judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the Purse and Mace before him.

4. Chorifters finging.

[Mufic. 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 DORSET, bearing a Scepter of Gold, on his Head a Demi-Coronal of Gold. With him, the Earl of SURREY, bearing the Rod of Silver with the Dove, crown'd with an Earl's Coronet. Collars of SS. 7. Duke of SUFFOLK, in his Robe of State, bis 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.

8. 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.

9. The old Dutchess of NORFOLK, in a Coronal of Gold, wrought with Flowers, bearing the Queen's Train.

!

i 10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain Circlets of Gold without Flowers.

They pass over the Stage in Order and State, and then exeunt, with a great Flourish of Trumpets.

2 Gen. A royal train, believe me. These I know;

Who's that, that bears the scepter ?

1 Gen. Marquis Dorset :

And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman. That should be The duke of Suffolk.

I Gen. 'Tis the fame; high steward.

2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk.

1 Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heaven bless thee!

[Looking on the Queen.

Thou haft the sweetest face I ever look'd on.

-Sir, as I have a foul, she is an angel;

Our king has all the Indies in his arms,

And more, and richer, when he strains that lady :

I cannot blame his confcience.

I Gen. They, that bear

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons

Of the Cinque-Ports.

2

Gen. Thofe men are happy; fo are all, are near her.

I take it, she that carries up the train,

Is that old noble lady, dutchefs of Norfolk.

I Gen. It is; and all the rest are countesses.

2 Gen. Their coronets say so. These are stars, indeed;

And, fometimes, falling ones.

I Gen. No more of that.

[Exeunt Proceffion.

Enter a third Gentleman.

-God save you, fir! Where have you been broiling?

3 Gen. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a finger

Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stifled,

With the mere rankness of their joy.

2 Gen. You saw the ceremony?

3 Gen. That I did.

1 Gen. How was it?

3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.

a Gen. Good fir, speak it to us.

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 distance from her; while her grace fat down