3 Gen. Well worth the feeing. 2 Gen. Good Sir, fpeak it to us. 3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich ftream 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 As the shrouds make at fea in a stiff tempeft, 3 2 Gen. But, pray, what follow'd ? 3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modest paces Came to the altar, where she kneel'd; and, faint-like, The rod, and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems 3 like rams.] That is, like battering rams. To York-Place, where the feaft is held. I Gen. You must no more call it York-Place, that's past. 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? 3 Gen. Stokefly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester, . 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, 3 Gen. All the land knows that; However, yet there's no great breach; when 't comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not fhrink from him. 2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell, A man in much efteem with th' King, and, truly, And one, already, of the privy-council. 3. Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, you fhall go my way, Which is to th' Court, and there fhall be my guests; Something I can command; as I walk thither, I'll tell ye more. Both. You may command us, Sir. [Exeunt. SCENE. 4 S CE NE II. Changes to Kimbolton. Enter Catharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith ber gentleman ufber, and Patience her woman. Grif. WOW does your Grace? Cath. O Griffith, fick to death; My legs, like loaded branches, bow to th' earth, Willing to leave their burden. Reach a chairSo-Now methinks, I feel a little eafe. [Sitting downs Didft thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'ft me, That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolfey, Was dead? Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think, your Grace, Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to't. Cath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, 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 ftout Earl of Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward, He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill He could not fit his mule. Cath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with eafy roads he came to Leifter Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the rev'rend Abbot, With all his Convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave thefe words, "O father Abbot, "An old man, broken with the storms of state, 4 This fcene is above any other part of Shakespeare's tragedies, and perhaps above any fcene of any other poet, tender and pathetick, without gods, or furies, or poifons, or precipices, without the help of romantick circumftances, without improbable fallies of poetical lamentation, and without any throes of tumultuous mifery. "Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Of an unbounded ftomach, ever ranking His promises were, as he then was, mighty; The Clergy ill example. Grif. Noble madam, gave Men's evil manners live in brafs, their virtues sone, that by fuggeftion Ty'd all the kingdom; ] i. e. by giving the King pernicious counfel, he ty'd or enflaved the kingdom. He ufes the word here with great propriety, and feeming knowledge of the Latin tongue. For the late Roman writers and their gloffers, agree to give this fenfe to it: SUGGESTIO eft cum magiftratus quilibet principi falubre confilium fug gerit. So that nothing could be feverer than this reflexion, that that wholfome counfel, which it is the minifter's duty to give his prince, was fo empoifoned by him, as to produce flavery to his country. Yet all this fine fenfe vanishes inftantaneously before the touch of the Oxford Editor, by his happy thought of changing Ty'd into Tyth'd. WARBURTON. Cath. Cath. Yes, good Griffith, I were malicious elfe. Griff. This Cardinal, Though from an humble ftock, uudoubtedly Now in his afhes honour. Peace be with him! Sad 1 |