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3 Gen. Well worth the seeing.
3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich stream
2 Gen. But, pray, what follow'd ? 3 Gen. At length her Grace rose, and with modest
paces Came to the altar, where she kneelid; 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 Archbishop 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 choiceft musick of the kingdom, Together iung Te Deum. So she parted, And with the same full state pac'd back again :like rams.] That is, like battering rams,
To York-Place, where the feast is held.
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,
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.
Enter Catharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith
ber gentleman usher, and Patience ber woman. Grif. Ow 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 chair So-Now methinks, I feel a little ease. [Sitting downo Didft 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.
Caib. Prythee, good Griffiib, tell me how he dy'd,
Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam.
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
4 This scene is above any o without the help of romantick ther part of Shakespeare's trage. circumstances, withoatimprobadies, and perhaps above any ble sallies of poetical lamentascene of a y other poet, tender tion, and without any throes of and pathetick, without gods, or tumultuous mifery. furies, or poisons, or precipices,
“ Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ;
Cath. So may he reft, his faults lie gently on him!
Grif. Noble madam,
Sone, that by suggestion gerit. So that nothing could be
Tyd all the kingdom; ] i. e. leverer 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 uses 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 Tytb'd. kibet principi falubre confilium Jug
Catb. Yes, good Griffith, were malicious else.
Griff. This Cardinal,
Cath. After my death I wilh no other herald,
-Patience, be near me still, and set me lower.