The King has gone beyond me: all my glories
In that one woman I have loft for ever.

No fun fhall ever ufher forth my honours,
Or gild again the noble troops, that waited
Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
I am a poor fall'n man, unworthy now

To be thy lord and mafter. Seek the King;
(That fun, I pray, may never set) I've 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 fervice perifh too. Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make ufe now, and provide
For thine own future safety.

Crom. O my lord,

Muft I then leave you? muft I needs forego
So good, fo noble, and fo true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his lord.
The King fhall have my fervice; but my prayers
For ever, and for ever, fhall be yours.

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to fhed a tear
In all my miferies; 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 fhall be,

And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me must more be heard: fay then, I taught thee;
Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And founded all the depths and fhoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in :
A fure and safe one, though thy mafter miss'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
(I he image of his maker) hope to win by't?
Love thyfelf laft; cherish those hearts that hate thee:
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

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To filence envious tongues. Be just, 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 Crom-

well,

Thou fall'ft a blessed martyr.

And, pr'ythee, lead me in

Serve the King;

There, take an inventory of all I have ;

To the laft penny, 'tis the King's. My robe,
And my integrity to heav'n, is all

I dare now call mine 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 mine enemies.

Crom Good Sir, have patience.

Wol. So I have. Farewel

The hopes of Court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell.

[Exeunt

A CT IV.

SCENE, a Street in Westminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.

I GENTLEMAN.

OU'RE well met once again.

Y°

2 Gen. And fo are you.

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

The lady Anne país from her Coronation.

z Gen. 'Tis all my business.

At our last encounter,

The Duke of Buckingham came from his tryal.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd forrow :

This, general joy.

a Gen.

2 Gen. 'Tis well; the citizens,

I'm fure, have fhewn at full their loyal minds,
And, let 'em have their rights, they're ever forward
In celebration of this day with fhews,
Pageants, and fights of honour.

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,
To be Earl Marshal; you may read the rest.

2 Gen. 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 Catharine,
The Princess Dowager? how goes her business?

1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order,
Held a late Court at Dunstable, fix miles
From Ampthil, 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 fhe was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, fhe was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas, good lady!

The trumpets found; ftand clofe, the Queen is coming.

[Hautboys.

The

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 his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper

crown.

6. Marquess of Dorfet, bearing a Scepter 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 Steward. With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of mar, halfhip, 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, crown'd. 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. 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 Gen. A royal train, believe me; these I know; Who's that, who bears the Scepter?

1 Gen. Marquefs Dorfet.

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. Heav'n bless thee !

Thou

Thou haft the fweeteft 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 strains that lady :
I cannot blame his confcience.

1 Gen. They, that bear

The cloth of ftate above her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-Ports.

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 stars 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't' Abbey, where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more; I am stifled,

With the meer rankness of their joy.

2 Gen. You faw the ceremony?

3 Gen. I did.

1 Gen. How was it?

The rich ftream

3 Gen. Well worth the feeing. 2 Gen. Good Sir, fpeak it to us. 3 Gen. As well as I am able. 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 To reft a while, fome half an hour or fo, In a rich chair of ftate; oppofing freely The beauty of her perfon to the people; (Believe me, Sir, fhe is the good lieft woman, That ever lay by man;) which when the people Had the full view of, fuch a noise arose

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