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3 Gen. Well worth the seeing.
2 Gen. Good Sir, 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
To rest a while, some half an hour, or so,
In a rich chair of state ; opposing freely
The beauty of her person to the people,
(Believe me, Sir, she is the goodliest woman,
That ever lay by man ;) which when the people
Had the full view of, such a noise arose
As the shrouds make at fea in a stiff tempest,
As loud and to as many tunes, Hats, cloaks,
Doublets, I think, Hew up;: and had their faces
Been loose, this day they had been loft. Such joy
I never saw before. Great-bellied women,
That had not half a week to go, 3 like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the press,
And make 'em reel before 'ein. No man living
Could say, this is my wife there, all were woven
So strangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But, pray, what follow'd ? 3 Gen. At length her Grace rose, and with modest

paces Came to the altar, where she kneeld; and, saint-like, Caft her fair eyes to heav'n, and pray'd devoutly, Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people ; When by the Archbilhop of Canterbury, Sh' had all the royal makings of a Queen ; As holy oil, Edward Confeffor's Crown, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems Laid nobly on her ; which perform’d, the choir, With all the choicest musick of the kingdom, Together iung Te Deum. So she parted, And with the

same full state pac'd back again I like rams.] That is, like battering rams,

To York-Place, where the feast is held.
I Gen. You must no more call it York-Place, that's

past.
For since the Cardinal fell, that title's lost,
'Tis now the King's, and callid Wbiteball.

3 Gen. I know it ; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me.

2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the Queen ?

3 Gen. Stokesly and Gardiner ; the one of Wincbelter, . Newly preferr'd from the King's Secretary ; The other, London.

2 Gen. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of th’ Archbishop, The virtuous Cranmer. 3

Gen. All the land knows that ; However, yet there's no great breach ; when 't comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him.

2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you?

3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell,
A man in much esteem with th' King, and, truly,
A worthy friend. The King has made him
Master o'th' jewel.house,
And one, already, of the privy-council.

2 Gen. He will deserve more.

3. Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, you shall go my way, Which is to th'Court, and there shall be my guests; Something I can command; as I walk thither, I'll tell ye more.

Both. You may command us, Sir. [Exeunt.

SCENE.

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Enter Catharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith

ber gentleman ufber, and Patience ber woman, Grif. Ow does your Grace?

Cath. O Griffith, fick to death ;
My legs, like loaded branches, bow co th' earth,
Willing to leave their burden. Reach a chair-
So-Now methinks, I feel a little ease. [Sitting dorona
Didit thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes, Madam ; but I think, your Grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.

Casb. Pr’ythee, good Griffitb, tell me how he dy'd,
If well, he ftept before me happily,
For my example.

Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.
For after the stout Earl of Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward,
As a man sorely tainted, to his answer,
He fell fick suddenly, and grew fo ill
He could not fit his mule.

Ceth. Alas, poor man!

Grif. At last, with easy roads he came to Leijter Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the rev'rend Abbot, With all his Convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words, “O father Abbot, “ An old man, broken with the storms of state,

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“ Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ;
“ Give him a little earth for charity!"
So went to bed; where eagerly his fickness
Pursu'd him ftill, and three nights after this,
About the hour of eight, which he himself
Foretold, Ihould be his last, full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears and forrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heav'n, and Nept in peace.

Cath. So may he reft, his faults lie gently on him!
Yet thus far, Griffitb, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with charity ; he was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with Princes ; one that by suggestion
Ty'd all the kingdom. Simony was fair play.
His own opinion was his law. ['th' Presence
He would say untruths, and be ever double
Both in his words and meaning. He was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful.
His promises were, as he then was, mighty ;
But his performance, as he now is, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The Clergy ill example,

Grif. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brafs, their virtues
We write in water. May it please your Highness
To hear me fpeak his good now?

sone, that by suggestion gerit. So that nothing could be

Ty'd all the kingdom; ) i. e. feverer than this reflexion, that by giving the King pernicious that wholsome counsel, which is counsel, he ty'd or enslaved the is the minister's duty to give his kingdom. He afes the word prince, was so empoisoned by here with great propriety, and him, as to produce llavery to his feeming knowledge of the Latin country. Yet all this fine sense tongue. For the late. Roman vanilhes instantaneously before writers and their gloffers, agree the touch of the Oxford Editor, to give this sense to it : SUG- by his happy thought of changGESTIO eft cum magiftratus qui- ing Ty'd into Tyth'd. kibet principi falubre confilium Jug

WARBURTON.

Cathe

Catb. Yes, good Griffith, were malicious else.

Griff. This Cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, uudoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle ;
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one,
Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading ;
Lofty and four to them, that lov'd him not,
But to those men, that sought him, sweet as fummer:
And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting,
Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, Madam,
He was most princely: Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good he did it ;
The other, though unfinishid, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising;
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little :
And to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he dy'd, fearing God.

Cath. After my death I wilh no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour. Peace be with him !

-Patience, be near me still, and set me lower.
I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith
Cause the musicians play me that fad note,
I nam'd my knell; whilft I fit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to."

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