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King HENRY VIII.

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PROLOGUE

Come no more to make you laugh; Things now, That bear a weighty, and a ſerious Brow, Sad, high, and working, full of State and Noe; Such noble Scenes, as draw the Eye to flow, We now preſent. Thoſe that can Pity, here May, if they think it well, let fall a Tear, The Subject will deſerve it. Such as give Their Money out of hope they may believe, May here find Truth too. Thoſe that come to ſee Only a ſhow or two, and fo agree, The Play may puſs : If they be flill, and willing, DI! undertake may fee away their Shilling Richly in tavo ſhort Hours. Only they That come to hear a merry, baxvay Play, A noiſe of Targets : Or to fee a Fellow In a long Mitly Coat, guarded with Yellow, | Will be deceiv'd: For, gentle Hearers, know | To rank our choſen Truth with ſuch a ſhow | As Fool, and Fight is, behde forfeiting | Our own Brains, and the Opinion that we brinz | To make that only true awe now intend, Will leave ui never an underſtanding Friend. | Therefore, for Goodneſs ſake, and as you are kneeun The firft and happieft Hearers of the Town, ; Be Jad, as we would make ye. Think ye ſee / The wery Perſons of our noble Story, As they were living : Think you ſee them Great, ; Ana follow'd with the general Thronug, and ſweat Of thouſand Friends; then, in a Moment, ſee | How ſoon this Mightinsſs meets Miſery. | And if you can be merry then, I'll ſay, i I Men may weep upon his Wedding Day.

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Dramatis Perſonæ.

. 0 [NG Henry the _ | Cardinal Wolſey, his firſt Minifler and Fawourite. Cranmer, Archbiſbop of Camerbury, - Dake of Norfolk, Dake of Buckingham. Duke of Suffolk. Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain. | Cardinal Campeius, the Pope's Legate. Capucius, Anbaſſader fi om the Emperor Charles the Fiji! Gardiner Biſbop of Wincheſter. Lord Abergavenny. Lord Sands. Si, Henry Guildford. Sir Thomas Lovell. Sir Anthony Denny. Sir Nicolas Vaux. Cromwell, % Servant to Wolley, afterward; to te Þ King. + Griffch Gentleman LIM er to Queen Katherine. KI Three Gentlemen. Dr. Butts, Phyſician to the King.

Surveyor to the Duke of Buckingham. Nor Porter and his Man. ;

Queen Katherine, % Wife ts King Henry, afterward; A aivarc'd.

Anne Bullen, belov'd by the King, and afterwards mar- rer, ried to him. the D

An old Lady, Friend to Anne Bullen. Patience, Woman of the Bed Chamber to Queen Kathe rine.

Several Lords and Ladies aul o aftfpear inthe dumb Shetus. Momen attending upon the Queen. Spirits which ag. bear to her, Scriber, Officers, Cuarat, and other Al. tendant:,

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BUCKINGH AM.

2 YOD-morrow, and well met. How have Ile Since laſt we ſaw y'in France? [ye done

Nor. I thank your Grace: g Healthfal, and ever ſince a freſh admirer &. Of what I ſaw there. | Buck. An untimely Ague " Staid me a Priſoner in my Chambe:,

Thoſe Sons of Glory, thoſe two Lights of Men {wher,

Met in the vale of Ardres, Nor. "Twixt Guynes and Ardres, II was chen preſent, ſaw them ſalute on Horſe back,

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Beheld them when they lighted, how they clung

In their Embracement, as they grew together;

Which had they, what four Thren'd ones could have

Such a compounded one? (weigh'd Buck. All the whole time

IT was my Chamber's Priſoner, Nor. 'Then you loſt

The view of earthly Glory: Men might ſay

Till this time Pomp was ſingle, but now married

To one above itſelf. Each fo lowing Day

Became the next Day's Maſter, till the laſt

Made former Wonders, its. To day the French,

All Clinquant, all in Gold, like Heathen Gods

Shone, down the Eng//; and to-morrow, they

Made Britain, India: Every Man that ſtood,

Shew'd like a Mine. Their Dwartiſh Pages were

As Cherubirs, all gilt; the Madams too,

Not us'd to toil, did almoſt ſweat to bear

'The Pride upon them, that their very Labour

Was to them as a Painting. Now this Maſk

Was cry'd incomparable ; and th'enſuing Night

Made it a Fool, and Beggar, The wo Kings

Equal in Luſtre, were now beſt, now worſt,

As preſence did preſent them; him in Eye,

Still him in praiſe ; and being preſent beth,

"I 'was ſaid they {aw but one, and no Diſcerner

Durft wag his Tongue in Cenſure. When theſe Suns,

Fer ſo they phraſe em, by their Heralds, cballeng'd

The noble Spirits to Arms, they did perform

Beyond thought's compaſs, that former fabu.ous Story

Being now ſeen poſlible enough, got credit

That Bevis was believ'd.

Buck. Oh, you go far.

Nor. As ] belong to worſhip, and affect. In Honour, Honeſty, the tract of every thing Would by a good Ditcourſer loſe ſome Life, Which Actions ſelf was Tongue to.

Buck. All was Royal,

Jo the diipoſing of it novght rebell'd, Order gave cach thing view. I he Office did Diſtinctly his full Function; who did guide, I mean who ſet the Body and the Limbs Of this great ſport together, as you gueſs? Nor.

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Ner. One certes, that promiſes no Flement In ſuch a Buſineſs. Buck. I pray you, who, my Lord? Ner. All this was order'd by the good Diſcretion Of the right Reverend Cardinal of York. : Buck. The Devil ſpeed him: No Man's Pye 15 freed From his ambitious Finger. What had he To do in theſe fierce Vanities ? I wonder That ſuch a Ketch can with his very Bulk Take up the Rays o' th' beneficial Sun, And keep it from the Earth, Nor. Surely, Sir, There's in him ſtuff that puts him to theſe Ends: Fer being not propt by Anceſtry, whoſe Grace Chalks Succeflors their way; nor call'd upon For high Feats done to th' Crown; neither allied To eminent Aſſiſtants; but Spider like Oat of his ſeit drawn Web; O! give us note, The force of his own merit makes his way, A Gift that Heaven gives for him, which buys A place next to the King. Aber. I cannot tell What Heav'n hath given him; let ſome graver Eye Pierce into that : but I can ſee his Pride Peep through each part of him; whence has he that if not from Hell; the Devil is a Niggard, | Or has given him all before, and he begins | A new Hell in himſelf. | Buck. Why the Devil, Upon this French going out, took he upon him, Without the privity o' th* King, t'appoint Who ſhould attend on him? he makes up the File Of all the Gentry; for the moſt part ſuch To whom as great a Charge as little Honour He meant to lay upon; and his own Letter The honourable Board of Council out Muſt fetch him in, he Papers, Aber. I do know Kinſmen of mine, three at the leaſt, that have By this ſo ficken'd their Eſtates, that never They ſhall abound as formerly. Buck. O many

Have broke their Backs with laying Manors on 'em 4 For

8 The LIFE of For this great Journey. What did this great Vanity

But miniſter Communication of Se A moſt poor Iſſue. W Nor. Grievingly I think, Se The Peace between the French and us not values You! The Coſt that did conclude it. | W Buck. Every Man, And After the hideous Storm that follow'd, was A thing inſpir'd, and not conſulting, broke B. Into a general Propheſie; that this Tempeſt, Hav Daſhing the Garment of this Peace, aboaded Not The ſudden breach on't. Out- Nor. Which is budded out: N For France hath flaw'd the League, and hath attach'd Aſk * Our Merchants Goods at Bourdeaux. Whi Aer. Is it therefore | B. TH Ambaſſador i; filenc'd ? Matt or. Marry is't. Me 2 Aber. A proper Title of Peace, and purchas'd He t At a ſuperfluous rate, Pf Buck. Why all this Buſineſs Ne Our Reverend Cardinal carried. And Nor. Like it your Grace, Wha! The State takes notice of the private Difference Requ Ketwixt you and the Cardinal. I adviſe you A fu (And take it from a Heart that wiſhes tow: 'r\ls you Self-r Honour, and plenteous Safety) that you read Can The Cardinal's Malice, and his Potency As y "Together : To conſider further, that Br What his high Hatred would affect, wants not And, A Miniſter in his Power. You know his Nature, This, That he's revengeful ; and I know, his Sword Ther, Hath a ſharp he It's long. and't may be ſaid, No It reaches far, and where "twill not extend, Heat 'T hither he darts it. Bofom up my Counſel, | That You'll find it Wholſome. Lo, where comes that By vi Rock And 'That I adviſe your ſhunning. ty he | Enter Cardinal Wolſey, the Purſe born before him, cer- ref on tain of the Guard, and two Secretaries with Pa- Mos. uu! the Cardinal in his Paſſage fixeth his Eye , | b 27 uckingham, and Buckingham on him, both full 0 WI of Diſaain. Sd Nel. The Duke of Buckingham's Surveyor ? Ha ? 14 5

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Seer. Here, fo pleaſe you. Wol. Is he in Perſon ready ? Secr. Ay, an't pleaſe Your Grace. Vol. Well, we ſhall then know more, And Buckingham ſhall leſſen his big Look. [Exeunt Cardinal with his Train. Buck. This Butcher's Cur is venom- mouth'd, and I Have not the power to muzzle him, therefore beſt Not wake him in his: Slumber. A Beggar's Book Out-worths a Noble's Blood. Nor. What are you chat'd ? Aſk God for Temp'rance that's th' appliance only Which your Diſeaſe requires. Buck. I read in's Looks Matter againſt me, aud his Eye revil'd Me as his abject Object, at this inſtant He bores me with ſome Tricks, he's gone to th Ring I'll follow and out-ftare him. Nor, Stay, my Lord, And: let your Reaſon with your Choler queſtion What 'tis you go about; to climb ſleep Hills Requires ſlow pace at friſt. Anger is like A full hot Horſe, who being allow'd his way Self-mettle tires him: Not a Man in England Can adviſe me, like you : Be to yourſelf, As you wou'd to your Friend. Buck: I'll to the King. And, from a Mouth of Honour, quite cry down This: Igſebich Fellow's Infolence, or prociaim, There's difference in no Perſons. Le Nor. . Be advis'd ; Heat not a Furnace for your Foe ſo hot That it may ſinge yourſelf, We may out-run - By violent ſwiftneſs, that which we run at; And loſe by over-running : Know you not, The Fire that mounts the Liquor till't run o'er, In ſeeming to augment it, waſtes it: Be advis'd ; I fay again, there is no Exgliſb Soul

Or but allay the fire of Paſſion. Buck. Sir. | Jam thankful to vov, and I'm go alorg. 5 B

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By your Preſcription ; but this top-prond Fellow, Whom from the flow of Gall I name not, but From ſincere Motion, by Intelligence, And Proofs as clear as Founts in Faly, when We ſee each grain of Gravel, I do know Jo be corrupt and treaſonous.

Nor. Say not, treaſonous.

Back. Lo the King I'll fay't, and make my vouc;:

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As ſhore of Rock attend. This holy Fox, Or Wolf, or both (for he is equal rav'nous, As he 1s ſubtle, and as prone to Miſchief, As able to perform't) his Mind and Place Infecting one another; yea reciprocally, Only to ſhew his Pomp, as well in France, As here at home, ſuggeſts the King our Maſter To this laſt coſtly Treaty, th' enterview, That ſwallow'd ſo much Treaſure, and like a Glass Did break i' th' wrenching.

Nor, Faith, and fo it did.

Buck, Pray give me favour, Sir, this cunning Car

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The Articles o' th* Combination drew 4s himſelf pleas'd ; and they were ratify'd As he cry'd, Thus let it be- to as much end, As give a Crutch to the Dead. But our Count-Cardina Fas done this, and *tis well---for worthy Wolſey, ho cannot err. he did it Now this follows, (Which, as I take it, is a kind of Puppy o th' old Dam, Treaſon) Charles the Emperor, Under pretence to fee the Queen his Aunt, (For 'twas indeed his Colour, but he came To whiiper Wol/ey) here makes Viſitation : His Fears were that the Interview betwixt fingland and France, might through their Amity Rreed him ſome prejudice ; for from this League Peep'd harms, that menac'd him. He privily Deals with cur Cardinal, and as I trow, Which J do well---for J am ſure the Emperor Paid ere he promis'd, whereby his Suit was granted Ere it was ask'd. But when the way was made, And pav'd with Gold; the Emperor thus deſir'd, 'That he would pleaſe to alter the King's courſe, Ard break the ſoreſaid Peace. Let the King know,

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As ſoon he ſhall by me, that thus the Cardinal Does buy and fell his Honour, as he pleaſes, And for his own Advantage. Nor. I am ſorry To hear this of him; and could wiſh you were Something miſtaken in't. Buck. No, not a Syllable : do pronounce him in that very Shape He ſhall appear in proof. Enter Brandon, a Serjeant at Arms beſcre him, and two or three of the Guard. ; Bran. Your Office, Serjeant; execute it. Serj. Sir, | My Lord the Duke of Buckingham, and Earl Of Hertford, 1 br%d and Northampton, I Arreſt thee of High-'Treaſen, in the Name Of our moſt Sovereign King. Buck. Lo you, my Lord, The Net has fall'n upon me; I ſhall periſh Under device and practice. Bran. I am ſorry, ; To ſee you ta'en from Liberty, to look on The buſineſs preſent. *T'is his Highneſs Pleaſure” You ſhall to the Tower. Buck. Itwill help me nothing x4 To plead mine Innocence; for that dye is on me, Which makes my whit'ſt Part black. The Will of Be done in this and all Things: I obey. Heav'n O my Lord Abergenm, fare ye well. Bran. Nay, he muſt bear you Company. The King Is pleas'd you ſhall to th” Tower, till you know How he determines further. Aber, As the Duke ſaid, The Will of Heav'n be done, and the King's Pleaſure By me obey'd. Bran. Here is a Warrant from The King t'attach Lord Montague, and the Bodies Of the Duke's Confeſſor, Tabu de la Gar, One Gilbert Peck, his Counicllor. Buck. So, ſo; 476 Theſe are the Limbs o'ch'Plot, no more, I hope. Bran. A Monk o'th' Chartreys, Buck. Oh, Michael! Hopkins, Eran, He,

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Buck, My Surveyor is falſe, the o'er-great Cardinal Hath ſhew'd him Gold; my Life is ſpann'd already; am the Shadow of poor Buckingham,

Whoſe Figure even this inſtant Cloud puts on, By dark*ning my clear Sun. My Lord, farewel. [ Exeunz.

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Cornet. Enter King Henry, leaning on the Cardinal“; Shoulder; the Nobles and Sir 'Thumas Lovel; the Cardinal places himſelf under the King's Feet, on hi; right fide. .

King. My Life itſelf, and the beſt Heart of it, thanks you for this great Care: I flood i'ch' Level Of a full-charg'd 5 and give Thanks To you that choak'd it. Let be call'd before us That Gentleman of Buckingham's in Perſon,

JI hear him his Confeſſions juſtify,

And Point by Point the Treaſons of his Maſter

He ſhall again relate.

AA noiſe, with crying, Roem for the Queen; Uſper'd 6, the Duke of Norfolk. Enter the Queen, Norfolk, and Suffolk, e kneels, The King rijeth from his State, takes her up, kifſes and placeth her by him.

Queen. Nay, we mult longer kneel; Iam a Suitor. King. Ariſe, and take place by us; half your Suit

Never name to us; you have half eur Power:

The other Moiety ere you aſk is given

Repeat your Will, and take it.

Ducen. Thank your Majeſty.

That you would love yourſelf, and in that Love

Not unconſide red leave your Honour, nor

The Dignity. of your Office, is the Point

Of my Petition.

King. Lady mine, proceed. Queen. I. am ſollicited, not by a few,

And thoſe of true Condition, that your Subjects

Are in great Grievance; there have been Commiſſions

Sent down among em, which have flaw'd the Heart

Of all their-Loyalties; wherein, although, {To Wolley,

NIy good Lord Cardinal, they vent Reproaches

Mott bitterly on you, as putter on

Of theſe Exactions, yet the King, our Maſter,

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King HENRY VIII. 13 Whoſe Honour Heav'n ſhield from Soil, even he eſcapes Language unmannerly ; yea, ſuch which breaks [not The Sides of Loyalty, and almoſt appears | In loud Rebellion, | Norf. Not almoſt appears, It doth appear; for, upon theſe Taxations, The Clothiers all, not able to maintain The many to them *longing, have put off The Spinſters, Carders, Fullers, Weavers, who, Unfit for other Life, compell'd by Hunger, And lack of other Means, in deſparate manner, D..r.ng t.“ Event to th? Teeth, are all in Uproar, And Danger. ſerves among them. King. Taxation?“ Wherein? and what Taxation? My Lord Cardinal, You that are blam'd for it alike with us, Know you of this Taxation? Mol. Pleaſe you, Sir, I know but of a fingle Part in ought Pertains to th* State and front but in that File Where others tell Steps with me. QAucen. Ne, my Lord, You know no more than others: But you frame Things that are known alike, which are not wholſome To thoſe which would not know them, and yet muſt Perforce be their Acquaintance. Theſe Exactions (Whereof my aer. would have note) they are Moſt peſtilent to ti Hearing, and to bear 'em, The Back is Sacrifice to th' Load; they ſay, They are devis'd by you, or elſe you ſuffer Too hard an Exclamation, King. Still Exaction! The nature of it, in what kind, let's know, Is this Exaction? | Queen, I am much too venturous In tempting of your Patience, but am bolden'd Under your promis'd Pardon. The Subjects Grief Comes through Commiſſions, which compels from each The ſixth Part of his Subſtance, to be levied Without delay ; and the Pretence for this Is nam'd, your Wars in France; this makes bold Mouths ; Tongues ſpit their Dutiez out, and cold- Hearts freeze Allegiance in them; their Curſes now Live where their Prayers did; and it's come to paſs, That

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That tractable Obedience is a Slave To each incenſed Will: 1 would your Highneſs Would give it quick Confideration, for 'Thare is no primer baſeneſs. King. By my Liſe, This is againſt our Pleaſure: Wel. And for me, I have no further gone in this, than by _ A ſingle Voice, and that not paſt me, but By learned Approbation of the Judges: If I am Traduc'd by ignorant Tongues, which neither know My Faculties nor Perſon, yet will be The Chronicles of my doing; let me ſay, Tis but the Bate of Place, and the rough Brake That Virtue mult go through: We muſt not ſtint. Our neceſſary Actions, in the Fear To cope malicious Cenſurers, which ever, As rav'ncus Fiſhes do a Veſſel follow That is new trimm'd ; but benefit no further Than vainly longing. What we oft do beſt, By fick Interpreters, once weak ones, is Not ours. or not allow'd ; what worſt, as oft T] Hiting a groſſer Quality, is cry'd up A: For our belt Act; if we ſtand ſtill, (T Tn Fear our Motion will be mock'd or carp'd at, T. We ſhould take root here where we ſit: Te Or fit State-Statues only. W King. Things done well, | And with a Care, exempt themſelves from Fear. M. Things done without Example, in their iſſue Ou Are to be fear'd. Have you a Preſident : Of this Commiſſion ? I believe not any. We muſt not rend our Subjects from our Laws, And ſtick them in our Will. Sixth Part of each A trembling Contribution — why we take From every Tree, Lor, Bark, and part o'th' Timber And though we leave it with a Root thus back'd, The Air will drink the Sap. Toevery Country Where this is queſtion'd, tend our Letters, with Free Pardon to each Man that has deny'd The Force of this Commiſſion; pray look to't, . I put it to your Care. Mol. A Word with you, [To the Secretary: Let there be Letters writ to every Shire 5

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Of the King's Grace and Pardon; the griev'd Com- Hardly conceive of me. Let it be nois'd (mons That through our Interceſſion, this Revokement And Pardon comes ; I ſhall anon adviſe you Further in the Proceeding. [Exit Secretary, Enter Surveyor.

Queen. J am ſorry that the Duke of Buckingham Is run in your Diſpleaſure.

King. It grieves many ; The Gentleman is Learn'd, and a moſt rare Speaker, To Nature none more bound, is training ſuch, That he may furniſh and inhtruct great Teachers,

And never ſeek for Aid out of himie!} ; yet fee,

When theſe ſo noble Benclits ſhall prove

Not well dispos'd, tie Mind growing once corrupt, They turn to vicious Forms, ten times more ugly Than ever they were fair. This Man fo compleat, Who was enroll'd *mongſt Wonders ; and when we Al:noft with raviſht liſtning, could not find

His hour of Speech, a minute; He, my Lady, Hath into monſtrous Habits put the Graces

That once were his, and is become as black,

As if beſmear'd in Hell. Sit by us, you ſhall hear (This was his Gentleman in truſt) of him

Things to ſtrike Honour ſad. Bid him recount

To force-recited Practices, whereof

We cannot feel too little. hear too much.

Mol. Stand forth, and with bold Spirit relate, what Moſt like a careful Subject, have collected (you, Out of the Duke of Buckingham,

King. Speak freely. |

Surv. Firſt, it was was uſual with him every day, Tt would infe& his Speech, that if the King Should without Iflue die, he'll carry it fo To make the Scepter his. Theſe very Worde I've heard him utter to his Son-in-law Lord Aberganny, to whom by Oath he menac'd Revenge upon the Cardinal,

ol. Pleaſe your Highneſs, note 'This dangeroos Conception in this Point,

Not friended by his with to your high Perſon ; His will is moſt malignant, and it ſtretches Beyond you to your Friends.

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Queen. My learned Lord Cardinal, Deliver all with Charity.

King. Speak on,

How grounded he his Title to the Crown | Upon our fail? to this Point haſt thou heard him; At any time ſpeak.ought ?

Surv. He was brought to this,

By a vain Propheſie of Nicholas Henton.

King. What was that Henton ?

Surv, Sir, a Chartreux Friar,

His Confeſſor, who fed him every Minute With Words of Sovereignty.

King. How know'ſt thou that?

Surv, Not long before your Highneſs ſped to France, The Duke being at the Roſe, within the Pariſh St. Laurence Poultney, did of me demand What was the Speech among the Londoners Concerning the French Journey. I reply'd, Men fear the French would: prove perfidious To the King's danger ; pretently the Duke Said, twas the fear indeed, and that he doubted. Twould prove the verity of certain Words Spoke by a holy Monk, that oft, ſays he, Hath ſent to me, wiſhing me to permit Jobn de la Car, my Chaplain, a choice Hour To hear from him a Matter of ſome Moment: Whom after, under the Commiſſions Seal, He Tolemnly had ſworn, that wnat he ſpoke My Chaplain to no Creature living, but- To me, ſhould utter, with demure Confidence, Thus paufingly enſu'd; neither the King, nor's Heirs (Tell you the Duke) ſhall proſper, bid him ſtrive To gain the love o th' Commonalty, the Duke Shall govern England=—— |

Queen. If I know you well,

You were the Duke's Surveyor, and loſt your Office

On the complaint o' th* Tenants ; take good heed You charge not in your Spleen a noble Perſon, And ſpoil your noble Soul; I ſay, take heed ; Yes, heartily I beſeech you.

King. Let him on. Go forward.

Surv. On my Soul, I'll ſpeak but Truth. I told my Lord the Duke, by th' Devi's Illuſions, The. Monk might be deceiv'd, and that 'twas dang'rous

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For him to ruminate on this ſo far, until It forg'd him ſome deſign, which, being believ't!, It was much like to do: He anſwer'd, Tuſh,

It can do me no damage; adding further,

That had the King in his laſt ſickneſs fail'd, The Cardinal's and Sir Thomas LovwelPs Heads

Should have gone off. King. Ha! What, ſo rank? Ah, ha

There's Miſchief in this Man; canſt thou ſay further?

Suro, I can, my Liege. King. Proceed. Surv. Being at Greenwieh, After your Highnels had reprov'd the Duke About Sir William Blumer King. I remember of ſuch a time, being my ſworn Servant, The Duke retain'd him his. But on, what hence ? Surv. If quoth he, I for this Deed had been com- muted, As to the Tower, I thought; I would have plaid The Part my Father meant to act upon Th' Utfarper Richard, who being at Salisbury, Made fuit to come in's preſence ; which if granted,

(As he made ſemblance of his Duty) would

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Have put his Knife into him. King: A giant Traitor ! Mol. Now, Madam, may his Highnels live in freedom, And this Man out of Priſon? Queen. God mend all. (ſay'ſt? King. There's ſomething more would out of thee; what Surv. After the Duke his Father with the Knife, He ſtrech'd him, and with one Hand upon his Dagger, Another ſpread on's Breaſt, mounting his Eyes, He did diſcharge a horrible Oath, Whoſe Tenor Was, were he evil us'd, he weuld out go His Father, by as much as a Performance Does an irreſolute Purpoſe. King. There's his Period, To ſheath his Knife in us; he is attach'd, Call him to preſent Trial; if he may Find Mercy in the Law, 'tis his; if none, Let him not feek't of us: By Day and Night He's Traitor to th* height. [ Exeunt,

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Enter Lord Chamberlain, and Lord Sands,

Cham. Is't poſſible the Spells of France ſhould juggle Men into {uch ſtrange Mykeries ? bs

Sands. New Cuſtoms, Tho' they be never ſo ridiculous, Nay let 'em be unmanly, yet are follow'd,

Cham. As far as I ſee, all the good our Eng Have got by the laſt Voyage, is but meerly A fit or two o' th' Face, but they are ſhrew'd ones; For when they hold 'em, you would ſwear directly Their very Noſes had been Counſellors To Pepin or C!/:tharius, they keep State fo,

Sands. They nave all new Legs, | And lame ones; one would take it, That never ſee em pace before, the Spavin, A Spring-halt, reigu'd among em.

Cham. Death! my Lord, Their Cloaths are atter ſuch a Pagan Cut too, That ſure th'have worn out Chrillendom ; How now? What News, Sir Thomas Lovell.

Enter Sir Thomas Lovell.

Low, *Faith, my Lord, T hear of none, but the new Proclamation That's clap'd upon the Court Gate.

Cham. What is't for ?

Low. The Reformation of our travel!'d Gallants, That fill the Court with Quarrels, Talk and Tailors

Cham, I'm glad 'tis there; Now I would pray our Monſieurs To think an Engliß Courtier may be wile, And never ſee the Louvre.

Lov. They muſt either {For ſo runs the Conditions) leave thoſe Remants Of Fool and Feather, that they got in France With all their honourable Points of Ignorance Pertaining thereupon, as Fights and Fireworks, Abuſing better Men than they can be Out of a foreign Wiſdom, renouncing clean The Faith they have in Tennis and tall Stockings, Short bolſtred Breeches, and thoſe types of Travel, And underſtand again like honeſt Men;

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Or pack to their old Play-fellows, there I take it, They may, Cum Privilqio, wear away | The Lag-end of their Lewdneſs, and be laugh'd at: Sands. Tis time to give them Phylick, their Diſeaſes Are grown fo catching. Cham. What a loſs our Ladies Will bave of theſe trim Vanities ? Lov. Ay marry, There will be Woe indeed, Lords, the fly Whoreſons Have got a ſpeeding 'Trick to lay down Ladies : A French Song and a Fiddle, has no Fellow. Sands. The Devil fiddle *em ; Jam glad they are going, For ſure there's no converting em: Now An honeſt Country Lord, as I am, beaten A long time out of play, may bring his plain Song, And have an hour of hearing, and by's Lady Held currant Muſick too. Cham. Well ſaid, Lord Sands, Your Colts Tooth is not caſt yet, Sands. No, my Lord, Nor ſhall not, while I have a Stump, Cham. Sir Thomas, Whither are you a going? Low. To the Cardinal's ; Your Lordſhip is a Gueſt too. Cham. O, tis true; This Night he makes a Supper, and a great one, To many Lords and Ladies; there will be The Beauty of this Kingdom, I'll aflure you. Lov. That Churchman Bears a bounteous Mind indeed; A hand as fruitful as the Land that feeds us, His Dew falls every where. Cham. No doubt, he's noble; | He had a Black Mouth that faid other of him. Sands, He may, my Lord, h'as wherewithal in lum; Sparing would ſhew a worſe Sin, than ill Doctrine. Men of his way ſhould be mot liberal, They are ſet here for Examples. Cham. True, they are ſo; But few now give ſo great ones: My Barges ſtays; Your Lordſhip ſhall along : Come, good Sir Thomas, We ſhall be late elſe, which I would not be,

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For I was fpoke to, with Sir Henry Guildford, This Night to be Comptrol'ers, Sands. I am yonr Lordſhip's.

SEENE IV.

Hautboys. A ſmall Table under a Statt for the Cardinal, a longer Table for the Gueſts. Then enter Anne Bullen, and divers other Ladies and Gentlemen, as Gueſts at ore Door; at another Door enter Sir Henry Guilford,

Guill. Ladies, A general Welcome from his Grace Salutes ye all: This Night he dedicates To fair Content, and you: None here he hopes, In all this noble Bevy, has brought with her One Care abroad : He would have all as merry, As firft, good Company, good Wine, good Welcome, Can make good People. Enter Lord Chamberlain, Lord Sands and Lovell. O my Lord, y'aret-rdy ; The very 'Thought of this fair Company Clap'd Wings to mie. Cham. You are young, Sir Harry Guilford, Sands. Sir Thomas Lowell, had the Cardinal But half my Lay-thoughts in him, ſome of theſe Should find a running Banquet, ere they reſted, I think would bette; pleaſe em: By my Life, They are a ſweet Society of fair ones. Lev. O that your Lordſhip were but now Conſeſſor To one or two of theſe; Sands, I would I were, They ſhould find eaſy Penance. Low. *Faith, how eaſy ? Sands. As eaſy as a Down Bed would afford it.

[ Exeunt.

Cham. Sweet Ladies, will it pleaſe you fit : Sir Harry,

Place you that ſide, I'll take the Charge of this. His Grace is entring, nay you muſt uot freeze, Two Women plac'd together makes cold Weather: My Lord Sands, you are one will keep 'em waking ; Pray fit between theſe | adies, |

Sands. By my Fatth, | And thank your Lordſhip. By your Leave, ſweet Ladies, If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me: I had it from my Father.

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Anne. Was he mad, Sir? 'y Sands O very mad, exceeding mad, in love too; þ But he would bite none, juſt as Ido now, He would kifs you twenty with a Breath. Cham, Well faid, my Lord: So now y'are fairly ſeated : Gentlemen, The Penance lies on you, if theſe fair Ladies Paſs away frowning. Sands. For my little Cue, Let me alone. Hautboys. Enter Cardinal Wolſey, and takes his State. WJ 'ol. Y'are welcome my fair (zueſts; that noble Lady Or Gentleman that 1s not freely merry Is not my Friend. This to confirm my Welcome, And to you all good Health. Sands. Your Grace is noble, Let me have ſuch a Bow! may hold my Thanks, And fave me ſo much talking. Vol. My Lord Sands, Iam beholding to you; cheer your Neighbour : Ladies, you are not merry; Gentlemen, Whoſe Fault is this? f Sands, The red Wine muſt firſt riſe

Talk us to Silence. Anne. You are a merry Gameſter, My Lord Sands. |

Sands. Ves, if I make my Play:

Here's to your Ladyſhip, and pledge it, Madam: For "tis to ſuch a Ihing —

Anne, You cannot ſhew me.

[Drum and Trumpets, Chambers diſcharged,

Sands. I told your Grace that they would talk anon,

Wal. What's that ?

Cham, Look out there, ſome of ye.

ol. What warlike Voice,

And to what end is this? Nay, Ladies, fear not; By all the Laws of War y'are privileged. 8 Enter a Servant.

Cham. How now, what is't?

Ser. A noble Troop of Strangers, | For ſo they ſeem, they have left their Barge and landed, | And hither make, as great Ambaſſadors From Foreign Princes,

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Vol. Good Lord Chamberlain, [Tengue, Go, give em welcome; you can ſpeak the French And pray receive em nobly, and conduct em Into our Preſence, where this Heav'n of Beauty Shall ſhine at full upon them. Some attend him.

[All ariſe, and Tables removel. You have now a broken Banquet, but we'll mend it. A good Digeſtion to you all ; and once more I ſhowre a Welcome on ye: Welcome all.

Hauthoys. Enter King and others as Maskers, habited lite Shepherds, uſher'd by the Lord Chamberlain. They paſs direfly before the Cardinal, and gratefully ſalute him.

A noble Company : What are their Pleaſures ?

Cham. Becaule they ſpeak no Engl; thus they pray

To tell your Grace, that having heard by Fame

Of this fo noble and ſo fair Aſſembly,

This Night to meet here, they could do no leſs,

Out of the great Reſpe& they bear to Beauty,

But leave their Flocks, and under ypur fair Conduct

Crave leave to view theſe Ladies, and entreat

An Hour of Revels with em.

Wal. Say, Lord Chamberlain,

They have done my poor Houſe grace:

For which I pay 'em a thouſand Thanks,

And pray 'em take their Pleaſures.

[Chu/e Ladies, King and Anne Buller

King. The faireſt Hand I ever touch'd: O Beauty,

Till now I never knew thee. [Mufick. Dan

Wal. My Lord.

Cham. Your Grace.

ol. Pray tell 'em thus mueh from me: There ſhould be one amongſt em by his Perſon More worthy this Place than myſelf, to whom, If I but knew him, with my Love and Duty

would ſurrender it.

Cham. I will, my Lord.

Wal. What ſay they ?

Cham, Such a one, they all confeſs,

There is indeed, which they would have your Grace Find out, and he will take it, Mel. Let me fee then,

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By all your good leaves, Gentlemen, here I'll make My Royal Choice | King. You have found him, Cardinal : You hold a fair Aſſembly, you do well, Lord. You are a Churchman, or I'll tell you, Cardinal, I ſhould judge you unhappily.

Nl. I am glad Your Grace is grown fo pleaſant.

King. My Lord Chamberlain,

Prithee come hither, what fair Lady's that ?

Cham. An't pleaſe your Grace,

Sir Thomas Hullen's Daughter, the Viſcount Rech/ord, One of her Highneſs' Women.

King. By Heav'a ſhe's a dainty one : Sweet heart, were unmannerly to take you out, [7e Anne Bullen. And not to kiſs you. A Health, Gentlemen,

Let it go round.

Mol. Sir Thomas Lowell, is the Banquet ready I'th' Privy Chamber:

Lov. Yes, my Lord,

Vol. Your Grace,

I fear, with Dancing is a little heated,

King. 1 fear too much.

Wal. There's freſker Air, my Lord, In the next Chamber. |

King. Lead in your Ladies every one : Sweet Partner, I muſt not vet forſake you; let's be merry,

Good my Lord Cardinal: I have a dozen Healths To drink to theſe fair Ladies, and a meaſure To lead 'em once again, and then let's dream Who's beſt in Favour, Let the Muſick knock it.

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1 Gen, I'll fave you He ne That Labour, Sir. All's now done, but the Ceremony He m: Of bringing back the Priſoner, 2 G

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1 Gen. Yes indeed was I. 1 G(

2 Gen. Pray ſpeak what has hap By all

1 Gen. You may gueſs quickly what. 1henl

2 Gen, Is he found Guilty ? Earl S:

1 Gex. Ves truly is he, Leſt be And condemn'd upon't. 2 Ge

2 Gen. I am ſorry for't. Masa

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1 Gen. I'll tell you in a little. The great Duke And ge Came to the Bar; where, to his Accuſations The C: He pleaded ſti l Not guilty, and alledged And far Many ſharp Reaſons to defeat the Law. 2 Gei Ihe King's Attorney, on the contrary, | Hate hi Urg'd on the Examinations, Proofs, Confeſſions | Wiſh hi Of divers Witneſſes, which the Duke defir'd They lc To have brought viva voce to his Face; The M At which appear'd againſt him, his Surveyor,

Sir Gilbert Pecke, his Chancellor, and John Car Enter, B Conteffor to him, with that Devil Monk, um, Hopkins, that made this Miſchief. each |

2 Gen. That was he, chola: 1 hat ted him with his Prophecies,

1 Gen. The ſame. I Gen All theſe accus'd him ſtrongly, which he fain And ſee Woutd have flung from him; but indeed he could not org

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The Cardinal inſtantly will find employmert ſor, And far enough from Court too.

Hate him perniciouſly, and o' my Conſcience,

VN iſh him ten Fathom deep: this Duke as much

They love and doat on, call him bounteous Buckingham, The Mirror of all Courteſie.

| Enter, Buckingham from his Arraignment. Tipſta ves beſore

And (ee the noble ruin d Man you ſpea' of.

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He ſpoke, and learnedly for Life ; but all Vas either pitied in him, or forgotten. 2 Gen, Aſter all this, how did he bear himſelf? 1 Gen. When he was brought again to th' Bar, to hear

His Knell rung out, his Judgment, he was ſtirr' d | With ſuch an Agony, he {weat extreamly,

And ſomething ipoke in cooler, ill and haſty ; Rut he fell to himſelf again, and ſweetly,

In all the reſt, ſnew'd a moſt noble Patience.

2 Gen. I do not think he fears Death. 1 Gen. Sure he do's not.

He never was ſo Womanith, the Cauſe

He may a little grieve at,

2 Gen. Certainly, | The Cardinal is the end of this,

Gen. * Tis likely, By all conjectures: Firſt Kildare's Attainder, 1 hen Deputy of Ireland who remov'd, Earl Surrey was ſent thither, and in haſte too, Leſt be ſnould help his Father.

2 Gen, That trick of State

1 Gen. At his return, No doubt he will requite it; this is noted And generally, who ever the King favours,

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him, the Axe with the edge towards him, Halberds on each hide, accompanied with Sir Thomas Lovel, Sir Ni- cholas Vaux, Walter Sands, and cemmon Pecple, &c.

Gen. Stay there, Sir.

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26 The LIFE of You that thus far have come to pity me, Hear what I ſay, and then go home and loſe me. I have this day receiv'd a Traitor's Judgment, And by that Name muſt die; yet Heay'n bear witneſs, And if I have a Conſcience. let it ſink me, Even as the Axe falls, if [ be not faithful, To th' Law I bear no malice for my death, T has done upon the Premiſes, but Juſtice: But thoſe that {yught it, I could wiſh more Chriſtians; Be what they will, I heartily forgive em; Yet let em look they glory not in miſchief, Nor build their evils on the Graves of great Men; For then, my guiltleſs Blood mult cry againſt em. For further Life in this World I ne'er hope, Nor will | ſue, although the King have Mercies More than I dare make faults. You few that lov'd me, And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham, His noble Friends and Fellows, whom to leave Is only bitter to him, only dying. Go with me like good Angels to my end, Ard as the long divorce of Steel falls on ine, Make of your Prayers one {weet Sacrifice, And lift my Soul to Heav'n. Lead on a God's Name. Lov. I do beſeech your Grace for Charity, If ever any malice in your Heart Were hid againſt me, now to forgive me frankly. Buck. Sir Thomas Lovell, I as free forgive you As 1 would be forgiven : I forgive all. There cannot be thoſe numberleſs Offences Cainſt me, that I cannot take peace with: No black envy ſhall make my Grave, Commend me to his Grace; And if he ſpeak of Buckingham, pray tell him, You met him half in Heav'n: My Vows and Prayers, Yet are the King's; and till my Soul forſake me, Shall cry for Bleſſings on him. May he live Longer than I have time to tell his Years ; Ever beloy'd and loving may his Rule be; And when old time ſhall lead him to his end, Goodngls and he fill up one Monument. Leu. To th' Water ſide 1 muſt conduct your Grace,

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Then give my Charge up to Sir Nicholas Vaux, Who undertakes you to your end.

Vuux. Prepare there, The Duke is coming: ſee the Barge be ready, And fit it with ſuch Furniture as ſuits The greatneſs of his Perſon.

Buck. Nay, Sir Nicholas, Let it alone; my State now will but mock me. When I came hither, I was Lord high Conſtable, And Duke of Buckingham; now, poor Edward Boban; Yetl am richer than my baſe Acculers, That never knew what Truth meant; I now ſeal it; And with that Blood will make em one Day groan to:'t. - My noble Father, Henry of Buckingham, Who firſt rais'd head againſt uſurping Richard, Flying for ſuccour to his Seryant Baniſter, Being diſtreſt, was by that Wretch betray'd, Ard without Trial, fell, God's peace be with him. Henry the Seventh ſucceeding, truly pitying My Father's loſs, like a moſt Royal Prince Reſtor'd to me my Honours; and out of Ruins Made my Name once more Noble, Now his Son, Henry the Eighth, Lite, Honour, Name, and all That made me happy, at one ſtroke has taken

For ever from the World, I had my Trial,

And muſt needs ay, a Noble one; which makes me

A little happier than my wretched Father:

Yet thus far we are one in Fortune, both Fell by our Servants, by thoſe Men we loy'd moſt :*

A moſt unnatural and faithleſs Service. Heav'n has an end in all: yet, you that hear me, Ihis from a dying Man receive as certain: VM here you are liberal of your Love's and Counſels,

Be ſure you be not looſe; for thoſe you make Friends,

And give your Hearts to, when they once perceive I he leaſt rub in your Fortunes, fall away

Like Water from ye, never found again,

But where they mean to {ink ye; all good People

Pray for me, I muſt now forſake ye; the laſt hour Of my long weary Liſe is come upon me Farewell; and when you would lay, ſomething that is ſad,

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I haye done; and God forgive me. | [Excun Buckingham and Train. 1 Gen. O, this is full of Pity; Sir, it calls, T fear too many Curſes on their Heads, T hat were the Authors, | 2 Gen. If the Duke beguiltleſs, Tis full of woe; yet I can give you inkling Of an enſuing evil, if it fall, Greater than this, 1 Gen. Good Angels keep it from us: W hat may it be? you do not doubt my Faith, Sir ? 2 Gen, This Secret is ſo weighty, 'twill require A ſtrong Faith to conceal it, 1 Gen, Let me have it; Ido not talk much. 2 Gen, I am confident; _ You ſhall, Sir; Did you not of late Days hear A buzzing, of a Separation, Between the King and Katherine ? 1 Gen. Yes, but it held not; For when the King once heard it, out of Anzer He ſent command to the Lord Mayor ſtraight To ſtop the Rumour, and allay thoſe Tongues That durſt diſperle it. 2 Gen. But that ſlander, Sir, Is found a truth now; for it grows again Freſher thanere it was, and held for certain The King will yenture at it. Either the Cardinal, Or ſome about him near, have, out of Malice To the good Queen poſſeſt him with a ſeruple That will undo her : To confirm this too, Cardinal Campeius is arriy'd, and lately, As all think, tor this bulineſs, 1 Gen. ' [is tbe Cardinal; And meerly to revenge him on the Emperor, For not beſtowing on him, at his asking, The Arch-biſhoprick of Toledo, this is purpos d. 2 Gen. | think You have hit the mark; but is't not cruel, T hat ſhe ſhould feel the ſmart of this ? the Cardina! Will have his Will, and ſhe muſt fall, 1 Gen, Tis woful, |

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Enter Lord Chamberlain, reading a Letter.

Y Lord, the Horſes your Lordſhip ſent for, with all the

care I had 1 ſaw well cbeſen, ridden, and farniſly d.

They were young and handſcme, and ef the beſt Breed in tbe

N:rt>. When th:y were ready to ſet out for London a , an

of my Lord Cardinal's, by Commiſſicn and main Power tuck

em ſrem me with this reaſen: His Maler would be ſerv d

leſore a Subject, if nit before the King, which ſtopp d our Mouths, Sir, |

| tear, he will indeed; well, let him have them; he

will have all, I think.

Enter to tbe Tord ee the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, Nor. Well met, my Lord Chamberlain, Cham. Good day to both your Graces, Suf. How is the King emp'oy'd ? Cham. L left bim private, Full of {ad Thoughts and Troubles. Nor. What's the Cauſe ? Cham: It ſeems the Marriage with his Brother's ife, Has crept too near his Conlciencc. f. No, his Conſcience Has crept too near another Lady. Ner. I is ſo;

Jhat blind Prieſt, like the eldeſt Son ot Fortune,

Turns what he liſt. The King will know him one Day. Su. Pray God he do, |

He'l] never know himſelf elſe, | Ner. How holily he works in all his Buſineſs,

And with what zcal? For now he has crackt the League

Between us and the Emperor, the Queen's great Nephew,

He dives into the King's Soul, and there icatters

Dangers, Doubts, wringing of the Comciener,

Fears, and Deſpair, and all theſe for his Marriage,

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And out of all theſe, to reſtore the King,

He counſels a Divorce, a loſs of her,

That like a Jewel, has hung twenty Years About his Neck, yet never loft ker Luſtre

Of her that loves him with that excellence, That Angels love good Men with; even of her, That, when the greateſt ſtroke of Fortune falls, Will bleſs the King; and is not this courle pious ?

Cham. Heav'n keep me from ſuchCounſel; tis moſt true, Theſe News are every where, every tongue ſpeaks cm, And every true Heart weeps for't. All that dare Look into theſe Affairs, ſee h;s main end,

The French King's Siſter. Heay'n will one day open The King's Eyes, that ſo long have ilept upon T his bold bad Man. Suf, And free us from his Slavery. Nor. We had need pray, And heartily, for our deliverance ; Or this impiuus Man will work us all From Princes into Pages; all Mens Honours Lye like ore lump betore him, to be faſhion'd Into what pitch he pleaſe. Suf. For me, my Lords, I love him not, nor fear him, there's my Creed: As I am made without him, ſo I'll ſt and, If the King pleaſe; his Curſes and his Bleſſings Touch me alike; th'are breath I net believe in. ] knew him, and I know him; ſo I leave him To him that made him proud, the Pope, Nor. Let's in; And with ſome other Buſineſs, put the King From the ſe lad Thoughts, that work too much upon him; My Lord, you'll bear us Company ? Chem. Excule me, The Eirg has ſert me other-where : Beſides You'll find a moſt unfit time to diſturb hm: Health to your Lordſhips. Exit Lord Chamberlain, Nor. I hanks my good Lord Chamberlain. The Scene draws, and 8 the King ſitting and reading enſively. Suf. How ſad he looks; ture he is much ajflicted. King. Who's there? Ha? |

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Nor. Pray God, he be not angry. 5 King, Who's there, I fay? how dare you thruſt your ſclyey Into my ptivate Meditations ? Who am [? ha? Nor, A gracious King, that pardons all Offences Malice ne er meant: Our breach of Duty this way, Is Buſineſs of Eſtate; in which we come To know your Royal Pleafure. King. Ve are too bold: i Go to; I' make ye know your times of Buſineſs: Is this an hour for temporal Affairs? ha? Enter Wolſey, and Campeius the P.pe's Legat, with a Cemmilſſum. f Who's there? my good I ord Cardinal? O my lſey, The quiet of my wounded Conſcience ; | Thou art a cure fit for the King; you're welcome, Moſt learned reverend Sir, into our Kingdom, Uſe us, and it; my good Lord, have great care, I] be not found a Talker. ol. Sir, you cannot: I would your Grace would give us but an hour Of private Conference. King. We are buſie; go. Nor. This Prieſt has no Pride in him? Suf, Not to ſpeak of: would not be ſo fick though, for his place: But this cannot continue. Nor. If it do, I'll venture one heave at him. Suf. I another. [ Exeunt Norfolk andSuffolk, Mol. Your Grace has given a Preſident of Wiſdom Above all Princes, in committing freely Your ſeruple to the Voice of Chriſtendem : Who can be angry now ? what Envy reach you ? The Spaniard, ty'd by Blood and Favour to her, Muſt now confels, if they have any Goodnels, The Trial juſt and noble. All the Clerks, In mean the lcai ned ones in Chriſtian Kingdoms, Have their free Voice, Rome, the Nurſe of Judgment, Invited by your Noble ſelf, hath (ent One general Joague unto us, this good Man, This juſt and learned Prieſt, Cardinal Campeius, Whom once more I preſent unto your Highnels,

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And thank the holy Conclave for their Loves, They have ſent me ſnch a ManlT would have wiſh'd for,

Cam. Your Grace mult needs delerve all ſtrangers loyes Vcu are ſo Noble: To your Highnels's Hand I tender my Commiſion; by whole Virtue,

The Court of Reme commanding, you, my Lord, Cardinal of Jr; are join'd with me, their Servant In the unpartial judging of this Buſineſs,

King. Two equal Men: the Qucen ſhall be acquaints! Forthivith for what you come. Where's Gardiner?

Noel. I know your Majeſty has always lov'd her So dear in Heart, not to deny her that,

A Woman of leſs Place might ask by Law, - Scholars alow'd, freely to argue for her,

King. Ay, and the beſt ſhe ſhall have; and my Fayour To him that does beſt, God forbid elſe; Cardinal: Prithee call Gardiner to me, my new Secretary,

I fr.d him a fit Fellow. Enter Gardiner.

il. Give me your Hand; much joy and fayour to you; You are the King's now.

Gard. But to be commanded For ever by your Grace, whoſe hand has rais'd me.

King, Come hither, Gardiner, [ Walls and whiſpers,

Cam. My Lord of Prł, was not one Doctor Pace In this Man's place betore him ?

Vol. Yes, he was. .

cam. Was he not held a learned Man?

Wil. Yes, ſurely,

Cam. Believe me, there's an ill Opinion ſpread then Even of your ſelf, Lord Cardinal,

Vol. Fow ?. of me ?

Cam. They will not ſtick to ſay, you envy'd him; And fearing he would riſe, he was lo virtuous,

Kept hima foreign Man till, which ſo griev'd him, T hat he ran mad and dy'd.

ol. Heav'n's peace be with him;

That's Chriſtian Care enough; for living Murmurers, 1 here's places of rebuke. He was a Fool,

Fer he would needs be yertuous. That good Fellow, If I command him, lollows my appointment;

1 will haye none ſo near elle, Learn this, Brother,

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We live not to be grip'd by meaner Perſons. King. Deliyer this with modeſty to th' Queen, | Exit Gardiner,

The moſt convenient place that I can think of, For ſuch receit of Learning is Black Fryars : There ye fhall meet about this weighty Buli:e%, My Wolley, ſee it furniſh'd. O my Lord, Would it not grieve an able Man to leave So ſweet a Bed fellow? But Conſcience, Conſcience O tis a tender place, and I muſt leave her. [ Ex2unt,

Enter Anne Bullen, and an eld Lady.

Anne. Not for that neither--here's the pang that pinches, His Highnels having liv'd ſo long with her, and ſhe So Sas | a Lady, that no Tongue could eyer Pronounce diſlionour of ber; by my life,

She never knew harm-doing : Oh now after

So many courſes of the Sun enthron'd,

Still growing in a Majeſty and Pomp, the which To leave, a thouſand fold more bitter, than

T is ſweet at firſt t acquire. After this proceſs, To give her the Avaunt, it is a pity

Would move a Monſter.

01d Z. Hearts of moſt hard temper Melt and lament for her.

Anne. © God's Will, much better She ne'er had known pomp ; though't be temporal, Yet if that quarrel, Fortune, do diyorce It from the bearer, tis a Sufferance, pangisa

As Soul and Body's levering.

01d T. Alas, poor lady, She's ſtranger now again, Anne. So much the more

| Muſt pity drop upon her; verily

] iwear 'tis better to be lowly born,

And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up ina gliſt ring Grit, And wear a golden Sorrow,

01d L. Our Ccntent B 5 I;

34 The LIFE of . Is our beſt having. | |

Anne. By my troth and Maidenhead, I would not be a Queen,

Old Z. Beſhrew me, I would,

Ard venture Maidenhead for't, and ſo would you, For all this ſpice of your Hypocriſie

You that have fo fair Parts of Woman on you,

Have, toe, a Woman's Heart, which ever yet Affected Eminence, Wealth, Sovereignty ;

Which, to ſay ſooth, are Bleſüngs; and which Gifts (>aving your mincing) the Capacity

Of your loft Chiverel Conſcience would receive,

If you might pleaſe to ſtretch it,

Anne. Nay, good troth

Old . Yes, troth and troth; you would not be a Queer?

Anne. No, not for all the Riches under Heav'n.

Old L. Tis ſtrange, a three-pence bow'd now would Old as I am, to Queenit ; but I pray you, (hire me, V hat think you ofa Dutcheſs ? have you Limbs _

To bear that load of Title ?

Anne. No, in truth.

Old T. Then you are weakly made, pluck off a little,

J would not be a young Count in your way, For more than bluſhing comes to: If your Back Cannot vouchſafe this Burthen, tis too weak Ever to get a Boy.

Anne. How do you talk!

{ {wear again, I would not hea Queen For all the World. 014 T. In faith for little England, You'll venture an emballing: I my ſelf Would for Carnarvanſhire, although there long'd No more to th Crown but that. Lo, who comes here? Enter Lord Chamberlain.

Cham. Cood-Morrow, Ladies, what were't worth to The ſecret of your Conference? (know

Anne. My good Lord,

Not your demand; it values not your asking: Our Miſtreſs Sorrows we were pitying.

Cham. It was a gentle Buſineſs, and becoming The Action of good Women, there is hope All will be well.

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Anne.

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Anne. Nov I pray God, Amen,

Cham, You bear a gentle Mind, and heavenly Bleſfings Follow ſuch Creatures. That you may, fair Lady, Perceive I ſpeak ſincerely, and high Notes Ta'en of your many Virtues; the King's Majeſty Commends his good Opinion of you, to you; and Does purpoſe Honour to you no leſs lowing Than Marchioneſs of Pembroke ; to which Title A thouſand pound a Year, Annual Support,

Out of his Grace, he adds.

Anne. I do not know What kind of my Obedience, I ſhould tender; More than my All, is nothing: nor my Prayers Are not Words duly hallowed, nor my wiſhes More worth than empty Vanities; yet Prayers and Wiſhes Are all can return. *Beleech your Lo dſhip, Vouchſafe to ſpeak my Thanks, and my Obedience, As from a bluſhing Handmaid to his Highneſs; Whoſe Health and Royalty I pray for.

Cham. Lady; I ſhall not fail approve the fair Conceit The King hath of you. I have perus'd her well, Beauty and Honour in her are ſo mingled, That they have caught the King ; and who knows yet, But from this ady may proceed a Gem,

Jo lighten al! this Iſle? I' to the King;

And ſay Iipoke with you. [ Exit Chamberlain, Anne. My honour'd Lord.

01d L. Why this it is: See, ſee, I have been begging ſixteen Yearsin Court (Am yet a Courtier beggarly) nor could Come pat betwixt too carly, and too late For any ſuit of Pounds; and you, oh fate, Avery freſh Fiſh here; fie, fie, fie upon This compell'd Fortune, have your Mouth fill'd up, Eeſore you open it. |

Anne. I his is ſtrange to me.

O14 L. How taſtes it? ls it hitter? Forty Pence, na: There was an old Lady once (tis an old Story) That wculd not be a Queer:, that would ſhe not, Fer all the mud in Egypt; have you heard it? Anne. Come, you are pleatant.

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36 De LIFE of

Old T. With your Theme, I could B O'er- mount the Lark; the Marchioneſs of Pembroke ? It h A thouſand pounds a Year, for pure reſpect? Ane No other Obligation? But my life Yau That promiles more thouſands : Honour's train 11 Is longer than his Fore· skirt; by this time 8 I know your Back will bear a Dutcheſs. Say, C Are you not ſtronger than you were? K

Anne, Good Lady, 8. Make your [elf Mirth with your particular Fancy, Cor And leave me out ont. Would I had no being, | C3 If this falute my Blood a jot ; it faints me De To think what follows. . ab The Queen is comfortleſs, and we forgetful Fe In our iong abſence ; pray do not deliver, Sir, What here yave heard, to her. 4 And

01d T. What do you think me [_Exeurt, I am

Born Of ee Trumpets, Sonnet, and Crnets. Enter two Vergers, with In w.

ſhort filver Wands ; next them two Scribes in the habits Hath Defters : After them, the Biſbep / Canterbury alene; That aſter him, the Biſhops of Lincoln, Ely, Rocheſter, and St. And Alaph; next them, with ſome ſmall diſtance, folluws a I hay Gentleman bearing the Purſ:, with the great Seal, and a At all

Cardinal's Hat; then two Priefts, bearing each a ſilver Ever Croſs ;, then a Gentleman Uſher bare headed, accompanied Yea, with a Ser jeant at Arms, bearing a Mace; then two Gen- As 1.

tle men, bearing two ſilver Pillars; after them, ſi de by lever fide, the two Cardinals, two Noble men with the Sword Or m and Mace. The King takes Place under the Cleth of State, Have the t o Cardinals ft under him as Judges, The Queen He w. takes place ſome diſtance jrem the King. The Biſheps That place themſelves on each ſid? the Gurt in manner of a Conti CoAldtery : Below them the Scrzbes. The Lords ſit next He ve: the Biſhops. The reft of the Attendants ſtand in conveni: That

ent Oder about the Stage. 5 185 ich

ol. Whilſt our Commiſſion from Roe is read, And p Let Silence be commanded, And p

King. My be

ing .

I ever contradicted your Deſire?

King HE NRX VIII. 37

King. What's the need?

It hath already publickly been read.

And on all ſides th' Authority allow'd,

You may then ſpare that time,

Mol. Be't fo, proceed. [Court. Scribe. Say, Henry King of England, come into the er. Henry King of England, &c.

King. Here. Scribe. Say, Katherine Queen of England,

Come into the Court,

Cryer. Katherine, Queen of England, &c.

The Lueen makes no Anſwer, riſes cut of ber Chair, gees

about the Court, comes to the King, and kneels at bis Feet ; then ſpeaks ;

Sir, I detire you to do me Right and Juſtice,

And to beſtow your Pity on me; for

I am a moſt poor Woman, and a Stranger,

Born out of your Dominions; having here

No Judge indifferent, nor no more aſſurance

Of equal Friendſhip and Proceeding. Alas, Sir,

In what have I offended you? What cauſe

Hath my Behaviour given to Foun Diſpleaſure,

That thus you ſhould proceed to put me off,

And take your good Grace from me? Heav'n witneſs,

] have been to you a true and humble Wife,

At all times to your Will conformable :

Ever in fear to kindle your diſlike, |

Yea, ſubject to your Countenance ; glad, or ſorry,

As I ſaw it inclin'd: when was the hour

Or made it not mine too? Or which of your Friends Have I not ſtrove to Love, although I knew

He were mine Enemy ? What Friend of mine, That had to him deriv'd your Anger, did I Continue in my liking ? nay, gave notice

He was from thence diſcharg'd ? Sir, call to mind, That I bave been your Wife, in this Obedience, Upward of twenty Years, and have been bleſt With many Children by you. If in the courſe And procels of this time you can report,

And prove it too, againſt mine Honour ought, My bond of Wedlock, or my Love and Duty

38 De LIFE f Againſt your ſacred Perſon; in God's Name Turn me away; and let foul'ſt Contempt

Shut door upon me, and ſo give me u . To the ſharp'ſt kind of Juſtice, Pleaſe you, Sir, The King your Father, was reputed for

A Prince moſt prudent, and an excellent

And unmatch'd Wit and Judgment. Ferdinand My Father, King of Spain, was reckon'd one The wileſt Prince, that there had reign'd, by man A Year before, It is not to be queſtion'd,

That they had gather'd a wiſe Council to them Of every Realm, that did debate this Buſineſs, Who deem d our Marriage lafwul. Wherefore I humbly Beſcech you, Sir, to ſpare. me, till I may

Be by my Friends in Spain advis d; whoſe Counſel

J will implore. If not, ith” name of God

Your pleaſure be fulfill d.

Vol. You have here, Lady,

(And of your choice) theſe Reverend Fathers, Men

Of ſingular Integrity and Learning:

Yea, the ele& oth' the Land, who are aſſembled

To plead your Cauſe, It ſhall be therefore bootleſs,

T hat longer you defer the Court, as well

For your own quiet, as to rectify

What is unſettled in the King.

Cam, His Grace Hath ſpoken well, and juſtly ; therefore, Madam,

It's fit this Royal Seſſion do proceed, And that, without delay, their Arguments Be now produc'd, and heard.

Sueen. Lord Cardinal, to you I ſpeak,

Vel. Your pleaſure, Madam.

Lueen. Sir, I am about to weep; but thinking that We are a Queen, or long have dream'd {o, certain The Naughter of a King, my drops of Tears I'll turn to ſparks of Fire.

l. Be patient et( —

Queen. 1 will, when your are humble; nay before, Or Gd will puniſh me. I do believe,

Induc'd by potent Circumilances, that

You are mine Enemy, and make my Challenge. You ſhall not be my Judge, For it is you © ; . are

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King HENRY VIII. 39

Have blown this Coal, betwixt my Lord and me, Which God's dew quench; therefore, I ſay again, I utterly abhor, yea, from my Soul Refule yon for my Judge, whom yet once more I hold my moſt malicious Foe, and think not At all a Friend to Truth.

Mol. I do profeis You ſpeak not like your ſelf, who ever yet Have ſtood to Chaiity, and diſplay'd th' effects Of Diſpoſition gentle, and of Wiſdom O'er-topping Woman's power, Madam, you do me wrong, I have no Spleen againſt you, nor Injuſtice For you, or any; how far I have proceeded, Or how far further ſhall, is warranted By a Commiſhon from the Conſiſtory, Yea, the whole Conſiſtory of Rome. You charge me, That I have blown this Coal, I do deny it, The King is preſent; It it be known to him, That I gain-lay my Deed, how may he wound, And worthily, my Falſhond ? yea, as much As you have done my Truth. If he know That I am free of your Report, he knows I am not ef your muy Therefore in him It lyes to cure me, and the Cure is to

Remove theſe thoughts from you. The whick before His Highneſs ſhall ſpeak in, I do beſeech

You, gracious Madam, to unthink your ſpeaking, And to ſay no more.

Queen, My Lord, my Lord, I am a ſample Woman, much too weak

Toppoſe your cunning. Y*are meek, and humble mouth'd,

You ſign your Place and calling, in full ſeeming,

With Meekneſs and Humility ; but your Heart ls cramm'd with Arrogance, with Spleen and Pride.

You have by Fortune and his Highneſs Favours,

| Gone lightly o'er low Steps, and now are mounted

Where rowers are your Retainers, and your Words, Domeſticks to you ſerve your Will, as't pleaſe Your ſelf pronounce their Office. I muſt tell you, You tender more your Perſon's Honour, than Your high profeſſion Spiritual. That again do refuſe you for my Judge, and here

| Before

40 The LIFE

Before you all, Appeal unto the Pope,

To bring my whole Cauſe fore his Holinels,

And to be judg'd by him.

(He curtſies to the King, and offers to depart, Cam. The Queen is obſtinate,

Stubborn to Juſtice, apt to accuſe it, and

Diſdainful to be try'd by't; tis not well.

She's going away. King, Call her again. Cryer, Katherine, Queen of England,comeinto the Court, Mer. Madam, you are call'd back.

'-, Queen, What — you nate it? pray you keep your way,

When you are call'd, return, Now the Lord help,

They vex me paſt my patience pray you pals on;

I will not tarry ; no, nor ever more

Upon this buſineſs my appearance make

In any of their Courts. 9

[ Exeunt Queen, and ber Attendant, By th

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King. Go thy ways, Kate, Who That Man i'th World, who ſhall report he has A Ma A better Wife, let him in nought be truſted, Our [ For ſpeaking falſe in that; thou art alone, E'er a If thy rare Qualities, ſweet Gentleneſs, I meat Thy Meeknels Saint-like, Wife-like Government, Where Obeying in commanding, and thy Parts Whetl Sovereign and pious, could ſpeak thee out, Reſpec The Queen of earthly Queens: She's noble born; Someti And like her true Nobility, ſne has The be Carried her ſelf towards me. Vea,

Wel. Moſt gracious Sir, The R In humbleſt manner I require your Highneſs That n That it ſhall pleaſe you to declare in hearing And pr Of all theſe Ears (for where I am robb'd and bound, I ſtood There muſt I be unloos'd, although not there Comm At once, and fully fatisfy'd) whether ever I If it co Did broach this Buſineſs to your Highneſs, or Do no Laid any ſcruple in your way, which might The G Induce you to the queſtion on't; or eyer Or die, Have to you, but with thanks to God for ſuch This W A Royal Lady, ſpake one, the leaſt word This w That might be the prejudice of her preſent State, Well w Or touch of her good Perſon ? Be glad

King!

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nts,

King!

King HENRY VIII. 41 King. My Lord Cardinal, do excuſe you; yea, upon mine Honour, I free you frem't: You are not to be taught, That you have many Enemies, that know not Why they are ſo, but like the Village Cures, Bark when thzir fellows do. By ſome of theſe The Queen is put in anger; y are excus'd : But will) ou be more juitify'd ? You ever Have wiſh'd the (leeping of this Buſineſs, never defir'd

It to beſtirr'd; but oft have hindred, oft,

The Paſſages made towards it: on my Honour

I ſpeak, my good Lord Cardinal, to this point;

And thus far clear him. Now, what moy'd me to't,

I will be bold with time and your attention:

Then mark th inducement. Thus it came; give heed to't : My Conſcience firſt receiv'd a tendernels,

Scruple, and prick, on certain Speeches utter'd

By the Biſhop of Bayern, then French Ambaſſador, Who had been hither ſent on the debating

A Marriage twixt the Duke of Orleans, and

Our Daughter Mary : I'th' Progreſs of this buſineſs, E'er a determinate Reſolution, he,

I mean the biſhop, did require a reſpite,

Wherein he might the King his Lord advertiſe, Whether our Daughter were Legitimate, Reſpecting this our Marriage with the Dowager, Sometime our Brother's Wife. This reſpite thook The boſom of my Conlcience, enter'd me,

Yea, with a ſplitting Power, and made to tremble

The Region of my Breaſt, which forc'd ſuch way,

That many mat'd Conſiderings did throng

And preſt in with this Caution, Firſt, methought

I ſtood not in the {mile of Heay'n, who had Commanded Nature, that my Lady's Womb,

If it conceiv'd a Male-child by me, ſhould

Do no more Offices of Lite to't, than

The Grave does to the Dead; for her Male-Iſſue,

Or died where they were made, or ſhortly after

This World had air'd them. Hence | took a thought, This was a Judgment on me, that niy Kingdom,

Well worthy the beit Heir o'th' World, nould not Be glad int by me, Then follows, that | | I weigh'd

42 The LIFE of

I weigh'd the Danger which my Realms ſtood in che By this my Iſſues fail, and that gave to me Ki Many a groaning throw; thus hulling in Theſ The wild Sea of my Conſcience, I did ſteer This Towards this Remedy, whereupon we are My l. Now preſent here together; that's to ſay, Prith I mean to rectify my Conlcience, which My c I then did feel full fick, and yet not well, I ay, By all the Reverend Fathers of the Land, |

And Doctors learn'd. Firſt, I began in private, 22

With vou, my Lord of Linceln; you remember How under my Oppreſſion I did reel, When I firſt mov'd you.

Lin. Very well, my Liege. |

King. I have ſpoke long, be pleas'd your felf to (ay Oueen How tar you ſatisfy d me. |

Lin. So pleaſe your Highneſs, Sing, The Queſtion did at firſt !o ſtagger me, Pearing a ſtate of mighty moment in't, And conſequence of dread, that I committed The daring'ſt Councel which 1 had to doubt, And did intreat your Highne(s to this Courſe, Which you are running bere,

King. I then moy'd you, My Lord of Canterbury, and got your leave To make this prelent Summons unſollicited. J left no reve end Perſon in this Court, But by pa: ticular cenſent proceeded Under your Hands and Seals; therefore go on, For ne diſlike th' World againſt the Perſon Of our good Queen, but the ſharp thorny Points Of my ajledged Realons, drives this forward: Prov: but our Marriage lawſu!, by my Life And kingly V ignity, we are contented

To wear our mortal State to come, with her Luee (Katherine our Queen) before the primeſt Creature Gent That's paragon'd o' th' World. Wait ii

Cam, So pleaſe your Highnels, Cuec The Queen being abſent, tis a needful fitneſs, Gent

That we adjcurn this Court to a further day Mean while muſt be an earneſt motion

Made to the Queen, to call back her Appeal

She

King Henxy VIII. 43

che intends unto his Holineſs,

King. I may perceive | Theſe Cardinals trifle with me: I abhor This dilatory Sloth, and Tricks of Rome. My learn'd and well beloy'd Servant Cranmer, Prithee return; with thy approach, I know, My comfort comes along; break up the Court

1 lay, ſet on, LExeunt, in manner as they enter d.

TOTO LS TOTS EO TO PTS LOTS TOTS LOTS TOTO TO LOTS EN. ACT Il. SCENE I,

Enter Queen and her Women, as at Works Cueen. AK E thy Lute, Wench, My Soul grows ſad with Troubles, Sing, and diſperſe em if thou canſt: leave working.

SONG.

Rpheus, with his Lute, made Trees, And the Mountain tcps, that freeze, Bow themſelves when he did fing, To bis Muſick, Plants and Flowers Ever ſpring, as Sun and Showers There had made a laſting Spring. Every thing that heard bim play. Even the Billows of the Sea, Hung their Heads, and then lay by. In ſweet Muſick is ſuch Art, Killing Care, and Grief of Heart, Fall aſleep, or hearing die, ee

Enter a Gentleman.

Leen, How now ? |

Cent. And't pleale your Grace, the two great Cardinals Wait in the preſence,

Lucen, Would they (peak with me?

Gent. They will'd me lay fo, Madam.

Lueen, Pray their Graces

o come near; what can be their Buſineſs With me, a poor weak Woman, fall'n from Fayour ? I do not like their coming. Now I think ont, They

44 The LIFE of They ſhould be good Men, their Affairs are Righteous, But, A Heods make net Monks. Enter the Cardinals, Wolſey, and Campeius,

. Peace to your Highneſs, wife,

Queen. Your Graces find me here part of a Houle (I wculd be all) againſt the worſt may happen:

What are your Pleaſures with me, Reverend Lords?

Mol. May it pleaſe you, Noble Madam, to withdray Into your private Chamber; we ſhall give you The full cauſe of our coming.

Queen. Speak it here. : There's nothing I have dore yet, o' my Conſcience, Deſerves a Corner; would all other Women Could {peak this with as free a Soul, as | do:

My Lords, I care not (ſo much l am happy Above a number) if my Ad ions

Were try'd by every Tongue, every Eye {aw em, Envy and haſe Opinion ſet againſt em

I know my Life ſo even. If your Buſineſs

Seck me out, and that way 1 am wiſe in Out with it boldly : Truth loves open Dealing.

el. Tanta eft erga te mentis integritas, Regina Sete.

Lucen. Good my Lord, no Latin; { niſſtna. = IT am not ſuch a Truant ſince my coming,

As not to know the Language I have liv d in::

A ſtrange tongue makes my cauſe more ſtrange, ſuſpicious; Pray ſpeak in Engliſh, here are ſome will thank you, If you ſpeak truth, fer their poor Miſtrels fake; | Believe we ſhe has had much wrong. Lord Cardinal, The willing'ſt Sin Jever yet committed,

May be abloly'd in Engliſh.

e. Noble Lady, | T am ſorry my Integrity ſhould breed (And Service to his Majeſty and you)

So deep Suſpicion, where all Faith was meant; We come not by the way of Accuſation,

To taint that Honour every good Tongue bleſſes; Nor to betray you any way to Sorrow,

You have too much, good Lady : But to know How you ſtand minded in the weighty Difference Between the King and you, and to deliver,

Like free and honcſt Men, our juſt Opiniors,

In trut Among Either For he. The laſi Let me Alas, I Vol. You w. Your h. Lueez But litt That an Or be a Though \nd like They th bey th hey ar In mine «

Kim HENRY VIII. 45

And comforts to your Cauſe. a cum. Moſt honoured Madam, „ My Lord of Tort, out of his noble Nature, Zeal and Obedience, he till bore your Grace, Forgetting, like a good Man, your late Cenſure vite, Both of his Truth and him, (which was too far) ule: Offers, as I do, in a ſign of Peacs, His Service and his Counſel, | | Lucen. To betray me. iran My Lords, I thank you both for your good Wills, Ye ſpeak like honeſt Men, pray God ye prove ſo, But how to make ye ſuddenly an Anſwer Ir ſuch a point of weight, ſo near mine Honour, , (More near my Life, 1 fear) with my weak wit, And to ſuch Men of Gravity and Learning; In truth I know not. I was ſet at work Among my Maids, ful] little, God knows, lcoking Either for ſuch Men, or ſuch Buſinels For her ſake that I have been, for I feel The laſt fit of my Greatneſs, good your Graces, Let me have Time and Council for my Cauſe: Alas, I am a Woman fciendlels, hopeleſs. Vol. Madam, |

* You wrong the King's Love with thoſe Fears, 4. vour hopes and Friends are infinite, Lueen. In England, - 15: Bat little for my profit: Can you think, Lords, c100*" WT hat any Engliſh Man dare give me Counſel ? 17 Or be a known Friend gainſt his Highneſs Pleaſure, al, Though he be grown ſo deſperate to be honeſt,

ind like a Subject? Nay forſooth, my Friends, They that muſt weigh out my Afflictions, bey that my truſt muſt grow to, live not here, hey are, as all my other Comforts are, far hence In mine own Country, Lords, Cam. I would your Grace 'ould leave your Griefs, and take my Counſel, Cucen. How, Sir? (am. Put your main Cauſe into the King's Protection, He's loving and molt gracious. *T will be much bot!) tor your Honour better, and your Cauſe: or i the Trial of the Law o'er-take ye, Lou ll part away diſgrac'd. ol.

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46 Tre LIFE of © . He tells you rightly. Queen. Le tell me what you wiſh for both, my Ruin: Is this your Chriſtian Counſel? Out upon ye, Heav'n is above all yet; there ſits a Judge, That no King can corrupt. Cam. Your Rage miltakes us, | Queen. The more ſhame for ye; holy Men I thought ye, Upon my Soul, two reverend Cardinal Virtues; But Cardinal Sins, and hollow Hearts, I fear ye:

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Mend 'em for ſhame, my Lords: Is this your Comfort?

The Cordial that ye bring a wretched Lady ? A Woman loſt among ye, laugh'd at, ſcorn'd ? J will not wiſh ye half my Mileries, I have more Charity, But ſay I warr'd ye; Take heed, for Heay'ns ſake take heed, leſt at once The burthen of my Sorrows fall upon ye.

Wol. Madam, this is a meer Diſtractions You turn the Good we offer into Enyy.

ween, Ye turn me into nothing. Wo upon ye,

And all ſuch falſe Profeſſors. - Would you haye me If you have any Juſtice, any Pity, . It ye be any thing, but Churchmens Habits) Put my ſick Cauſe into his Har ds that hates me? Alas, las baniſh'd me his Bed already, His Love too, long ago. I am old, my Lords, And all the Fellowthip 1 hold now with him Is only by Obedience. What can happen To me, above this wretchedneſs? All your Studies Make me a Curie, like this.

Cam. Your fears are worſe,

Queen. |

Have I liv'd thus lone (let ma ſpeak my ſelf, Since Vii tue finds (no friends) a Wife, a true one?

A Woman (I dare lay without vain Glory) Never yet branded with Suſpicion ? | Have 1, with all my full Affe&ions

Still met the King? loy'd him next Heav'n, obey d him! Been, out of fondneſs, ſuperſtitious to him? Almoſt forgot my Prayers to content him:

And am I thus rewarded? tis not well, Lords. Bring me a conſtant Woman to her Husband,

One that ne er dream d a Joy, beyond his Pleaſure: And to that Woman, when ſhe has done moſt,

Yet will Ladd an Honour; a great Patience.

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King HENRY VIII. 47 ol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at. Lueen. My Lord, I dare not make my ſelffo guilty, To give up willingly that noble Title | Your Maſter wed me to: Nothing bat Death Shall eber divorce my Digmities, ol. Pray, hear me Luzen. Would I had never trod this Fngliſb Earth, r felt the Flatteries that grow upon it # | e have Angels Fac?s, but Heaven knows your Hearts, hat ſhall become of me now ! wretched Lady! am the molt unhappy Woman living. | las, poor Wenches, where are now your Fortunes? | ; | '[ To her Nomen. hip-wreck'd upon a Kingdom, where no Pity, o Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weep for me! \[moſt no Grave allow'd me! like the Lilly, hat once was Miſtreisof the Field and flouriſh'd, hang my Head and periſh. Vel. It your Grace ould but be brou ht to know our Ends are honeſt, 'ou'l feel more comfort. Why ſhould we, good Lady, pon what cauſe wrong you? Alas, our Places, he way of our Profeſhon is againſt it: e are to cure ſuch Sorrows, not to ſow em. or gaodnels ſake conſider what you do, ow you may hurt your felf, ay, utterly row from the King's Aequaintance, by this Carriage, he Hearts of Princes kils Obedience, S much they love it: But to ſtubborn Spirits, þ ey ſwell and grow as terrible as Storms. elf, Now you havea gentle, wble Temper, doul as even as a Calm; pray think us, bole we profeſs, Pezce-makers, Friends and Servants. (am. Madam, you'll find it ſo: u wrong your Virtues 1 him eich theſe weak Womens fears. A Noble Spirit, yours was, put into you ever caſts '' h doubts as talſe Coin from it. The King loves you ware you Joſe it not, for us (if you pleaſe truit us in your Buſineſs) we aro ready I ule our utmoſt Studies in your Service. (me, Luzen, Do what you will, my Lords; and pray forgive ei laye us d my icit unmannerly; Lou

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You know I am a Woman, lacking Wit

To make a ſeemly Anſwer to ſuch Perſons.

Pray do my Service to his Majeſty.

He has my Heart yet; and ſhall haye my Prayers

While I ſhall have my Life. Come, Reyerend Fathers; Beſtow your Counſels on me. She now begs

That lictle thought when ſhe ſet footing here,

She ſhould have bought her Dignities ſo dear. ["Exewyy;,

SCENE II.

Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Terd Surrey, and Lord Chamberlain.

Nor. If you will now unite in your Complaints, And force them with a Conſtancy, the Cardinal Cannot ſtand under them, If you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promiſe,

But that you ſhall ſuſtain more new Dilgraces, With theſe you bear already,

Sur. I am Joyful To meet the leaſt Occaſion that may give me Remembrance of my Father-in-law the Duke, To be reveng'd on him.

Suf. Which of the Peers | Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at leaſt Strangely negleted ? When did he regard The ftamp of Nobleneſs in any Perſon Out of himſelf?

Cham. My Lords, you ſpeak your Pleaſures: What he delerves of you and me, I know:

What we can do to him (though now the time Give way to us) I much fear. If you cannot Bar his acceſs to th' King, never attempt

Any thing on him; for he hath a witchcraft Over the King ins Tongue.

Nor. O tear him not, His Spell in that is out; the King hath found Matter againſt him that for ever mars | The Honey of his Language, No, he's ſettled, Not to come off, in his high Diſpleaſure.

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King HENRY VIII. 1 ould be glad to hear ſuch News as this

Once every hour,

Nor. Believe it this is true, {n the Divorce, his contrary proceedings Are all unfolded z wherein he appears, AS [ would wiſh my Enemy,

Sur, How came

His Practices to light? Sf. Meſt ſtrangely. Sr. O how? how ? $f. 1 he Cardinal's Letters to the Pope miſcarrica,

ind came to th' Eyeoth' King, wherein was read,

tow that the Cardinal did intreat his Holinels

To ſtay the Judgment o'th' Divorce; for if

tr did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive

My King is tangled in Affection, to

A Creature of the Queen's, Lady Anne Ballen.

Fur. Ha's the King this?

Saf, Believe it.

Fur. Will this work?

Cham. The King in this perceives him, how he coaſts

And hedges his own way, But in this Point,

Ail his tricks tounder, and he brings his Phy fick

Aiter his Patient's Death; tae King already

Hal married the fair Lady,

Sur, Would he had. | Sf, May vou bs happy in your Wiſh, my Lord, |

For | profels you have it. dar. Now all my joy

i race the Conjuncticn,

Sf, My Amen tot. Nor. All Mens, Sef. There's order given far her Coronation :

Marry this is but young, and may be left

1% lome Ears unrecounted. But, my Lords, 4

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In Mind and Feature, I perſwade me from her

Will fall ſome Bleſſing to this Land, which ſha!)

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Suf. No, no: There be more Waſps that buz about his Noſe, V ill make this ting the ſooner, Cardinal Campeius Is ſtoln away to Rene, has ta'en no leave, Hath left the Caule to th' King unhandled, and Is poſted as the Agert of our Cardira!, To lecund all his I'lot, I do aſſure you, The King cry'd Ha! at this.

Cham. Now God incenſe him; And let him cry Ha, louder.

Nor. But, my Lord, Vi hen returns Cranmer ?

Suf, He is return'd with his opinions, which Have fatisfy'd the King for his Divorce, Gather'd from all the famous Colleges Almoſt in Chriſtendom; ſhortly, I believe, His {econd Marriage ſhall be publiſhed, and Her Coronation. Katharine Po more Shall be call'd Queen, but Princels Dowager, A Widow to Prince Arthur.

Nur. This lame Cranmer's A worthy Fellow, and hath ta'en much pain In the King's Buſineſs,

Sf. He has, and we ſhall fee him, Forit, an Archbiſhop,

Nor. So J hear.

Sf. Tis lo.

Enter Wolſey and Cromwel. Je Cardinal.

Nr. Obſerve, obſerve, he's moody,

cl, The Packet, Crommwmel, Gave't you the Ring?

Cem. To his ewn hand, in's Bedchamber,

1 ]. Look'd he o'th' inſide of the paper?

Cem. Preſentty,

Ee did unſeal them, and the firſt he view d, Fe did it with a ſerious M ind; a heed Vas in his Countenance, You he bad Atterd him here this Morning. cl. 1s he ready to come abroad? Crom. I think by this he is.

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Vol. Leave me a while, [ Exit Cromwel. | It ſhall be to the Duchels of Alenſon, [Aſid:, 'h J he French King's Siſter; he ſhall marry her. 1 Anne Bulen! —No, I'll no Anne Fullens for him |

There's more in't than fair Vilage— Ben

No, we'll no Bellſeas—Speedily L with

To hear from Rome—the Marchionels of Penabrole— | Nor, He's dilcontented : il $f. May be he hears the King

Does whet his anger to him. 0 Sur, Sharp enough, |

Lord for thy Juſtice, |

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To be her Miſtreſs's Miſtreſs the Queen's Quzen ! This Candle burns not clear, tis I muſt nut it,

Then out it goes — What though I know her virtuous And well-delerving ? yet | know her for

l A ſpleeny Lutheran, and not whollome to | Our Caule !—that ſhe ſhould lie 1th bafom af | Our hard-rul'd King! Again there is ſprung up " An Heretick, an arch one; Cran mer, one 0 Hath crawl'd into the favour ot the King, 5 And his Oracle. i

Nr. He's vex'd at ſomething.

Enter King, reacliug of a Schedul->.

Sur, I would 'twere ſomething that would tret the ſtring The Maſter=cord on's Heart. .

Suf. The King, the King,

King. What piles of Wealth hath he accumulated To his own portion! and what ex penze by th' hour Seems to flow from him! how ith' name of Thrift Does he rake this together! Now, my Lords,

Saw you the Cardinal?

Nur. My Lord, we have Stocd here obſerving him. Some ſtrange Commotion Is in his Brain; he bites his Lips and ſtarts,

Stops on a ſudden, looks upon the ground,

Then lays his finger on his Temple; ſtraight Springs out into fait Gate, then ſtops again,

Strikes his Breaſt hard, and then anon, he caſts His Eye againſt the Moon, in moſt ſtrange poſtures

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We have ſeen him ſet himſelf. King. It may well be, There is a mutiny in's mind, This Morning, Papers of State he ſent me to peruſe, As I requir'd ; and wot you what I found There, on my Conſcience put unwittingly, Forlooth an Inventory, thus importing The ſeveral parcels of his Plate, his Treaſure, Rich Stuffs and Ornaments of Houſhold, which I find at ſuch a proud Rate, that it out-ipeaks Poſſeſſion of a Subject. Nor. It's Heaven's will, Some Spirit put this paper in the packet, To blefs your Eye withal. King. If we did think His Contemplations were above the Earth, And fix'd on ſpiritual Objects, he ſhould till Dwell in his Muſings, but I am afraid His thinkivgs are below the Moon, nor worth His ſerious conſidering. He takes his Seat, whiſpers Love), who goes to Woller, Vol. Heaven forgive me Ever God bleſs your Highnels —— King. Good my Lord,

You are full of heavenly Stuff, and bear the Inventor:

Of your beſt Graces, in your Mind; the which You were now running o'er; you have ſcarce time To ſteal from ſpiritual leiſure, a brief {pan To keep your earthly Audit, {ure in that I deem you an ill Husband, and am glad To have you therein my Companion,

Hol. Sir, For Holy Offices I have a time; time To think upon the part of Buſineſs, which I bear 7th' State; and Nature does require Her times of Preſervation, which pertorce I her frail Son, amongſt my Brethren mortal, Muſt give my tendance to.

King. You have ſaid well.

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King. Tis well ſaid again,

And 'tis a kind of good Deed to ſay well, And yet Words are no Deeds. My Father loy'd you, he {aid he did, and with this Deed did crown His Word upon you. Since I had my Office I have kept you next my Heart, have not alone

Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home, But par'd my preſent Havings, to beſtow My Bounties upon you. Vel. What ſhould this mean? | Sur, The Lord increale this Buſinels,

King. Have 1 not made you

Ihe prime Man of the State? I pray you tell me, Jf what I now pronounce, you have found true: And if you may confels it, ſay withal ji you are bound to us, or no. What ſay zou? * id. My Sovereign, | confels your Royal Graces Showr'd on me daily, have been more than could My Qudied purpoles require, which went 15 all man's endeavours. My endeavours,

{aye ever come too ſhort of my deſires,

Vet fill'd with my Abilities: Mine own Ends

| Have been ſo, that evermore they pointed

TH o th' good of your moſt Sacred Perſon, and

he profit of the State: For your great Graces eap'd upon me, Poor Undeſerver, 1 an nothing render but Allegiant Thanks, My Prayers to Heav'n for you; my Loyelty, Which ever has, and ever ſhall be growing, Till Death, that Winter, kill it, ng. Fairly anſwer'd : A Loyal and Obedient Subje& is Therein illuſtrated, the Honour of it oes pay the Act of it, as i'th' contrary _ he foulneſs is the Puniſhment. I preſume, that as my Hand has open'd Bounty to you, My Heart dropp d Love, my Pow'r rain d Honour, moro gn you, than any; ſo your Hand and Heart, our Brain, and every Function of your Power, Sould, notwithſtanding that your Bond of Duty, As twere in Love's particular, be more

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17. Ido profeſs, That for your Highneſs good, Lever labour'd

More than mine own ; that am I, have been, and will be:

Though all the World ſliould crack their duty to you, And throw it from their Soul; though perils did Abound, asthick as thought could make 'em, and Appear in Forms more horrid; yet my Duty, As doth a Rock againſt the chiding Flood, Should the approach of this wild Kiver break, Ard ſtand unthaken yours.

King. Is nobly ſpoken; Take notice Lords, he has a loyal Breaſt, For you have ſeen him open'd. Read o'er this, Ard after this, and then to Breakfait with What appetite you may.

| Exit King, frowning upen Cardinal Wolſey, th: Nehles throng after him whiſpering and ſmiling.

Mel. What ſhould this mean? What ſudden Anger's this? How have I reapd it? He parted frowning from me, as it Ruin Leap'd from his Eyes. So looks the chaſed Lion Upon the daring Huntſman that bas gall'd him, Then makes bim nothing. I mult read this Paper: fear, the ſtory of his Anger is o — This Paper has undone me IT is th' Account Of all that World of Wealth I have drawn together For mine own Ends, indeed to gain the Popedom, Ard fee my-Friends in Re. O Negligence Fit for a Fool to fall by: What croſs Devil M ade me put this main Secret in the Packet ent the King ? Is there no way to cure this? Ne rev device to heat this from his Blairs? J know 'twill ſtir him ſtrongly; yet I know A way, if it take right, in ſpite of Fortune Will bring me off again. What'sthis—To th; Pape The Letter, as1live, with all the Buſineſs J writ to's Holineſs. Nay, then farewel; I have touch'd thehighett poirt ot all my Greatrcls, And trom that full Meridian of my Glory, I baſte-now- to my Setting. I ſhall fall Likea bright Exhalation in the Evening, And no N an lee me more.

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Euter to Wolſey, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the 1 Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain. | | | N:r. Hear the King's pleaſure, Cardinal, 9 V ho commands you ä To render up tlie great Seal preſently Into our Hands, and to confine your felt To Aſher-huſe, my Lord of IFincheſter's, [Tull you hear further from his Highnels. | | Hel. Stay: i | V here's your Commiltion, Lords? words cannct carry | Authority o mighty. Suf, Who dare cruls em. IBcaring the King's Mill from his Mouth exprefly ? 1 MW. I ill i find morethan will, or Wonds toc o it, I mean your Malize, know, Olhcions Lords, I dare, and muſt deny it. Mow [ feel „ Of what courle Metal ye are molded —Envyy :

g. | Jow eagerly you follow my Diſgrace I As it it ted ye, and how fleek and wanton | Ye appear in every thing may bring my Ruin; L Tollow your envious Courles, Men of Malice You bave a Chriſtian warrant for em, and no doubt I. Jn time will find their fit Rewards. That Seal J You ask with ſuch a Violenze, the King, 5 Nine, and your Maſter, with h's own hand gave me: 9 Jad me enjoy it, with the Piace, and Honours | 3 Puring my Life; and to confirm his Goodnels, 8 {lvd it by Letters Patents. Now, who'l take it? 4 | Sar, Ihe King that gave it. 5 . It muſt be himteltthen. bar. Thou art a proud Traitor, Prieſt. 4 1. Proud Lord, thou lyeſt: 1 V. ithin thele torty Hours, Surrey durſt better | IJlare burnt that Tonzue, than laid ſo. { Sur. Thy Ambition, | * hou ſcarlet Sin, robb'd this bewailing Land | Of noble Buckzngham, my Father-ih-Law: j The Heads of all thy brother Cardinals, i With thee, and all thy beſt Prats bound together, i Weigh'd not a Hair ct his. Plague of your Policy, | N ou ſent me Deputy for Ireland, 1 Far from his Succour ; from the King, from all i 1 C 4 | That 1 Ei! 5 j

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That might have Mercy on the Fault thou gav'ſt him W hil' your great Goodneſs, out of holy Pity, Abſolv'd him with an Axe. ol. This, and all elſe This talking Lo1d can lay upon my Credit, I anſwer, is moſt falſe, The Duke by Lay Found his Deſerts, How innocent I was From any private Malice in his End, His noble Jury, and foul Cauſe can witneſs. It I lov'd many words, Lord, I ſhould tell you, You have as little Honeſty, as Honour, Thatin the way of Loyalty, and Truth Toward the King, my ever Royal Maſter, Dare mate a ſounder Man than Surrey can be, Ard all that love his Follies. Sur, by my Soul, Your long Coat, Prieſt, protects you, thou ſhould' ſt fee) My Sword i'th' Life-Blood of thee elle, My Lords, Can ye endure to hear this Arrogance ? And from ahis Fellow? If we live thus tamely, To be thus Jaded by a Piece of Scarlet, Farewel n let his Grace go forward, And dare us with his Cap, like Larks. ol. All Goodneſs Is poiſon to thy Stomach, Sur, Yes, that Goodneſs Of gleaning all the Lands-wealth into one, Into your own hands, Card'nal, by Extortion : The goodneſs of your intercepted Packets You writ to th' Pope, againſt the King; your Goodneſs, Since you provoke me, ſhall be moſt notorious, My Lord of N:rfolk, as you are truely noble, As you reſpect the common Good, the State Of our deſpis d Nobility, our Iſſues, Who, if he live, will ſcarce be Gentlemen, Produce the grand ſum of his Sins, the Articles Collected from his Life. I'll ſtartle you Worſe than the {caring Bell, when the brown Wench Lay kifling in your Arms, Lord Cardinal, ol. How much methinks I could deſpiſe this Mag, But that I am beund in Charity againit it, |

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But thus much they are foul ones, Vol. So much fairer

| Ard ſpotleſs ſhall mine Innocence ariſe,

When the King knows my Truth,

Sur. This cannot ſave you:

1 thank my Memory, I yet remember

Some of theſe Articles, and out they ſhall.

Now, if you can bluſh, and cry Guilty, Cardinal, You'll ſhew a little Honeſty, ' | We, Speak on, Sir, | dare your worſt Objections: If I bluſh, | It is to ſee a Nobleman want Manners. 0

Sur. I had rather want thoſe, than my Head; have at you. Firſt, that without the King's Affent or Knowledge, You wrought to be a Legat, by which Power You maim'd the Juriſdiction of all Biſhops. Nr. Then, that in all you writ to Reme, or ella Jo foreign Princes, Ego © Rex meus Vas ſtil] inſerib'd ; in which you brought the King To be your Servant. | Suf. Then, that without the Knowledge Either of King or Council, when you went Ambailador to the Emperor, you made bold To carry into Flanders the great Seal, Fur. Item, You ſent a large Commiſſion To Gregory de Caſſalis, to conclude, Without the King's Will, or the States allowance, League between his Highneſs and Ferrara. Su. That out of meer Ambition, you have caus'd car Holy-Hat to be ſtamp'd onthe King's Coin. Sur. Then, that you have ſent innumerable Subſtance, what means got I leave to your own Conſcience, To furniſh Rome, and to prepare the Ways du have for Dignities, - to the meer undoing Wall the Kingdom. Many more there are ſhich ſince they are of you, and odious, Will not taint my Mouth with, | Cham. O my Lord, } els not a falling Man too far; tis Virtue: i W Faults lye open to the Laws, let them, { t you, correct him. My Heart weeps to fee him Wittle, of his great Self.

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Sur. I forgive him. As Saſ. Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleaſure is, I ar Becauſe all thoſe things you have done of late, 1 By your power Legatine, within this Kingdom, BN. Fall into the compaſs of a Premunire ; Ney That therefore ſuch a Writ be ſued againſt you, I Ene To forfeit all your Goods, Lands, Tenements, ' Ape Caſtles, and whatſoever, and to be A ſti Out of the King's protection. This is my charge. I hut Nor. And ſo we'll leave you to your Meditations 3 Theſ How to live better. For your ſtubborn anſwer 'A loa About the giving back the great Seal to us, Otti The King ſhall know it, and, no doubt, ſhall thank you Too So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal. Cro (Exeunt all but Wola Has n

"cl, So farewel to the little good you hear me, Fatewel, a long farewel to all my Greatnels, | This is the ſtate of Man; to day he puts forth Out The tender Leaves of hopes, to morrow Bloſſoms, N And bears his b\uſhing Honours thick upon him: Bok The third Day comes a Froſt, a killing Froſt, | What]

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His greatneſs is a ripening, nips his root, Is you

And then he falls, as 1 do. I have ventur'd, i.

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This many Summers in a Sea of Glory, But far beyond my Depth: My high-blown pride 332 At length broke under me, and now has left me ut he Weary and old with Service, to the Mercy F 8

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Vain pomp, and glory of the world, I hate ye, er h feel my Heart ne open d. Oh how wretched Wh PO | in

Is that poor Man that hangs on Princes Favours; | There is betwixt that {mile we would alpire to, Crom, J hat ſweet Aſpect of Princes, and their ruin, n{tal] d More pangs and fears than Wars or Women Lave : el. And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Ju. Crom. Never to hope again. | 2 th Enter Cromwell ſtanding ama; d. 16 us Day M hy, how now Cemwell? ; 028 to Gem. | have no power to ſpeak, Sir. nly ab: Wl, V: hat, amaz'd

At my Misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder A great Man ſhould decline. Nay, and you weep I am fall'n indeed, Gem. How does your Grace? Mol. Why, well; Never ſo truly happy, my good emme , I know myſelf now, and I feel within me

A peace above all earthly dignities.

A ſtill and quiet Conſcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and from theſe Shoulders, 2 Theſe ruin'd Pillars, out of pity, taken

A load would finka Navy, too much Honour.

O 'tis a Burden, Cromwell, tis a Burden! Too heavy for a Man, that hopes for Heaven. Oom. I am glad your Grace

Has made that right Uſe of it,

i. Thope I have:

T am able now, mcthirks,

Out of a fortitude of Soul, I feel, To endure more miſeries, and greater far

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Creme The heavieſt and the worſt,

Is your Diſpleaſure with the King. |

. God bleſs him, Cem. The next is, that Sir Tomas Ifecr is chigfn

Lord Chancellor, in your plage.

el. That's fomewhat ſudden— But he's a learned Man. May he contirne Long in his Highneſs favour, and do Juſtice For Truth's ſake and his Conſcience ; that his Bones, When he has run his Courſe and ſleeps in Blefings, May have a Tomb of Orphans Tears wept on his

' What more?

Crem. That Cranmer is return'd with wel:ome Inſtall'd Lord Archbiſhop of Canterbury,

ol. That's News indeed.

Crom. Laſt, that the Lady Aune,

Whom the King hath in ſecrecy long married,

This Day was view'd in open, as his Queen,

(icing to Chappel; and the Voice is now Only about her Coronation.

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Wel. There was the weight that pall'd me down O Crenmell, The King has gone beyond me: All my Glories In that one Woman ] have loſt for ever. No Sun ſhall ever uſher forth mine Honours, Or gild again thenoble Troops that waited

Upon my Smiles, Go get thee from me, Go mme,

I am a poor fallen Man, unworthy now To he thy Lord and Maſter, Seek the King, That Sun, I pray may never ſet; I have told him, What and how true thou art ; he will advance thee : Some little memory of me will ſtir him, I know his noble Nature, not to let Thy hopeful Service periſh too. Good Crommel!, Neglect him not: make ule now, and provide For thine own future ſaſety.

Com. O my Lord, Muſt I then leave you? wult I needs forgo So good, fo noble, and ſo true a Maſter ? Bear witneſs, all that have not Hearts of Iron, With what a Sorrow Cromwell leaves his Lord. The King ſhall have my Service; but my Prayers For ever, and for ever ſhal] be yours.

Wil. Cremme!), 1 did not think to ſhed a Tear Inall my Miſeries; but thou haſt forc'd me; Out of thy honeſt truth, to play the Woman.

Let's dry our Eyes: and thus far hear me, Gremwel!,

And when J am forgotten, as I ſhall be,

And ſleep in dull cold Marble, where no mention Of me more muſt he heard: Say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolſey, that once trod the ways of Glory, And ſounded all the Depths and Shoals of Honour, Found thce a way, out of his wrack to riſe in:

A ſure, and ſafe one, though thy Maſter miſt it. Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me; Cromwell, | charge thee, fling away Ambition, By that Sin fell the Angels; how can Man then The Image of his Maker, hope to win it?

Love thy ſelf laſt, cheriſh thoſe Hearts that hate thee :

Corruption wins not more than Honeſty, Still in thy right Hand, carry gentle Peace

To ſilence enyious Tongues, Be juſt, and fear not.

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Let all the ends thou aim'ſt at, be thy Conntry's, Thy God's and Truth's; then if thou fall'ſt, O Cr: well, Thou fall'ſt a bleſſed Martyr. Serve the King; And prithee lead me in: There take an Inventory of all I haye, To the laſt Penny, *tis the King's. My Robe, And my Integrity to Heav'n, is all ] dare row call mine own. O Cromwell, Oomwell, Had I but ſerv'd my God, with half the Zeal I ſerv'd my King; he would not in mine Age Have left me naked to mine enemies. | Gem. Good Sir, have patience, Wal, So I have. Farewel The hopes of Court, my hopes in Heay'n do dwell,

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Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one ancther,

Cen. N/ Ourre well met once again. 2 Gen. So are you.

1 Gen. Lou come to take your ſtand here, and behold The Lady Anne pals from her Cororatien.

2 Gen. Tis all my Buſineſs. At our laſt encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his Trial.

1 Gen. 'Tisyery true. But that time offer'd Sorrow,

This, general Joy. *

2 Gen. Tis well; the Citizens | I am ſure have ſheywn at full their Royal Minds, And let 'em haye their rights, they are eyer forward In Celebration of this day with Shews, Pageants, and Sights of Honour,

1 Gen. Never greater, Nor I'll aſſure you better taken, Sir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, The Paper in your Hands?

1 Gen, Ves, tis the Liſt Of thoſe that claim their Offices this Day,

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By cuſtom of:the Coronation. | The Duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims To he high Steward; next the Duke of Ner{cll, He 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 beholding to yaur Paper. But I beieech you what's become of Katherine The Princeſs Dowager? How goes her Buſineſs ?

1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbiſhop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other T.earned and Reverend Fathers ct his Order,

Held a late Court at Dunſtable, ſix Miles off

From Ampthil, where the Princeſs lay, to which She was otten cited by them, but appear'd not : Ard to he ſhort, for not Appearance, and The King's late ſcruple, by the main aſſent Of all theſe learned Men, ſhe was divorc'd, And the late Marriage made of none effect: Since which, ſhe was removed to Kimboltcn, Where ſhe remains now lick. 2 Gen. Alas good Lady; - The Trumpets found ; ſtand cloſe, The Queen is coming. [ Hauthe»-,

The Order of the Coronation.

1. A lively Flouriſh of Trumpets.

2. Then two Juqges.

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

4. Quiriſters ſinging. [ Muſics,

5. Mayer of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter 7:

his Court of Arms, and en his Head a Ciit copper Crown.

6. Marqueſs f Dorſet, bearing a Scepter cf Gold, en Hir e Demi-Ceronal cf Geld. With him, the Far! Surrey, bearing the Red cf Silver with the Dove, crown 4, with an Earls Ceronet. Cllars of SS,

7. Duke cf Suffolk, in his Robe cf Eſtate, his Corcnet cn his Head, bearing a leng white wand, as High Steward With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the Red ef Mar: ſhalſhip, a Coronet on his H'ad. Cillars ef $S,

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Owem in her Robes, in her Hair richly adorned with Pearl, Crcwn'd. On each fide her the Biſhops of Lon-

don and Wincheſter,

9. The old Dutch:ſs of Norfolk, in a Coronal of Gold, wrought with Flowers, bearing the Queen's Train.

10. Certain Ladies or Counteſſ-s, with plain Circlets Gold without Flowers,

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

2 Gen. A Royal Train, believe me; theſe I know; Who's that bears the Scepter ?

I Gen, Marquels Dorſet. And that the Earl of Surrey, with the Rod.

2 Gen. A bold braye Gentleman. That ſhould be The Duke of SuffcIk,

1 Gen, Tis the ſame: High Steward.

2 Gen, And that my Lord of Norfolk ?

I Gen, Yes.

2 Gen, Heav'n bleſs thee, Thou haſt the ſweeteſt Face IT ever look'd on Sir, as I have a Soul, 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 Conſcience,

1 Gen. They that bear The Cloth of Honour over her, are four Barons Of the Cinque-Ports,

2 Gen. Thoſe Men are happy, And ſo are all, are near her. I take it, the that carries up the Train, Is that old noble Lady, the Dutcheſs of Norfolk,

1 Gent. It is, and all the reſt are Counteſſes.

2 Gen. Their Coronets {ay ſo. Thele are ſtars indeed,

And ſometimes falling ones.

I Gen, No more of that,

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God ſave you Sir. Where have you been broiling ?

3 Gen. Among the Croud i'th' Abby, where a Finger Could not be wedg'd in more; I am ſtifled, V ith the meer Ranknels of their Joy,

2 Gen, You law the Ceremony ?

3 Gen, I did. 1 Cen.

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1 Gen. How was it ?

3 Gen. Well worth the ſeeing,

2 Gen, Good Sir, ipeak'it to us.

3 Gen. As well as 1 am able. The rich Stream Of Lords and Ladies, having brought the Queen To a prepar'd place in the Quire, fell off A diſtance from her; while her Grace {ate down To reſt a while, ſome haf an hour, or to,

In a rich Chair of State, oppoſing freely

The Beauty of her Perſon to the People.

Bzlieve 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 ſhrowds make at Sea in a ſtiff Tempeſt,

As loud, and to as many tunes. Hats, Cloaks, Doublets, I think, flew up, and had their Faces Been loole, this day they had been loſt, Such joy I never ſaw before. Great-helly'd Women,

hat had not half a Werk to go, like Rams In the old time ot War, would ſhake the Pref And make em reel before em. No Man living Could ſay, this is my Wife there, all were woven So ſtrangely in one piece.

2 Gen, But what follow'd ? [ Paces

3 Gen, At length her Grace roſe, and with mode#®. Came to the Altar, where ſhe kneel'd, and Saint-like Caſt her fair Eyes to Heav'n, and pray'd deyoutly, Then roſe again, and bow'd her to the People:

When by the Archbiſhop of Canterbury,

She had all the Royal makings of a Queen;

As holy Oil, Edward Confeſſor's Crown,

The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all ſuch Emblems Laid nobly on her : which perform'd, the Quire With all the choiceſt Muſick of the Kingdom, [Together ſung Te Deum. So ſhe parted,

And with the {ame full State pac'd back again

To Trk-Place, where the Feaſt is held,

1 Gen. Sir, You muſt no more call it Trł- Place, that's paſt, For lince the Cardinal fell, that Title's loſt, Tis now the King's, and call'd V Hiteball.

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But 'tis ſo lately alter d, that the old Name s 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 I/incheſtcr, Newly preferr d from the King's Secretary: The other, London. 2 Gen. He of Wincheſler Is held no great good Lover of the Archbiſhop, The virtuous Cranmer, 3 Gen. All the Land knows that : However yet there is no great breach, when it comes, Cranmer will find a Friend will not ſhrink from him. 2 Gon. Who may be that, I pray you? 2 Gen. Thomas Crommell, A Man in much eſteem with the King, and truly A worthy Friend, The King has made him Maſter o' th' Jewel houſe, And one already of the Privy-Counceil. 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 ye ſhall be my Gueſts Something I can command as I walk thither ll tell ye more. Both. You may command us, Sir. [ Exeunt.

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Enter Katherine Dowager, ſick, led between Griffith hey Gentleman Mer, and Patience her Noinan.

Grif. How does your Grace ? Kath. O Grifiith, tick to death: Ny Legs like loaded Branches bow to th' Earth, V illing to leave their Burthen : Reach a Chair — 50 — now methinks I feel a little cafe. ¶ Sitting down. Didſt thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led ſt me, That the great Child of Honour, Cardinal V/*I/"y, Was dead ? 7 Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think your Graze, Out of the pain you luter'd, give no ear to't.

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Kath. Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd, If well, he ſtept before me happily,

For my Example,

Grif. Well, the Voice goes, Madam;

For aiter the ſtout Earl of Northumberland Arreſted him at L, and brought him forward As a Man lorely tainted, to his Anſwer,

He fell ſick ſuddenly, and grew lo il]

He could not fit his Mule,

Kath, Alas, poor Man.

Grif. At laſt, with cafie Roads he came to Teiceſter, Lodg d in the Abbey; where the reverend Abbot, With all his Convent, honcurably receiv'd him; To whom he gave theſe Words. O Father Abbot, An old Man broken with the Storms of State,

Is come ta lay his weary Bones among ye; Give him a little Earth for Charity.

So went to Bed; wheneagerly his Sickneſs Furſu'd him ſtill, and three Nights after this, A bout the hour.of eight, which he himſelf Foretold ſhould be his laſt, full of Repentance, Cortinual Meditatiors, Tears and Sorrows, He gave bis Honoursto the World again,

11s biefſed part to Heaven, and ſlept in Peace.

Kath, So may he reſt, . His Faults lay bury'd with him.

Let thus far, Griffith, give me leave to ſpeak him, And yet with Charity; he was a Man

Of an unbounded Stomach, ever rarking

Himlelf with Princes. One that by Suggeſtion - T1y'd all the Kingdom; Simony was fair play, His own Opinion was his Law. I'th' Prelence He would lay Untruths, and be ever double Both in his Words and Meanirg. He was never, But where he meant to Ruin, pititul.

His promiſes were, as he then was, Mighty But his performance, as he now is, Nothing; Ofhisewn Body he was ill, and gave

The Clergy ill Example.

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To hear me ſpeak his Good now? Kath. Yes, good Grifith, were malicious elle, Grif. This Cardinal, Though from an humble Stock, undoubtedly Was faſhion'd to much Honour. From his Cradle He was a Scholar, and a ripe and good one: Exceeding wile, fair ſpoken, and perſuading ; Lofty and four to them that lov'd him not; Rut to thoſe Men that ſought him, ſweet as Summer. And though he were unſatisfied in getting, V hich was a Sin, yet in beſtowing, Madam, He was moſt princely ; ever witnels for him Thoſe Twins of Learning, that he rais'd in you. | ſp/mich and Oxford: one of which fell with him, Unwilling to out- live the good that did it, The other, though unfiniſn'd, yet ſo famous, So excellent in Art, and till fo riſing, That Chriſtendom ſhall ever {peak his Virtue, His Overthrow heap'd Happineſs upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himlelt, And found the Blefledneſs of being little, Anz to add greater Honours to bis Age | Than Man could give him; he dy'd, fearing God. Katt, After my Death, I wiſh no other Herald, No other Speaker of my living Actions, To keep mine Hengur from Corruption. Put ſuch an honeſt Chronicler, as Griſitb. om | moſt hated living, thou haſt made me With thy religious Truth and Modeſty, Now in his Athes, honour ; Peace be with him. Paizence, he near me ſtill, and ſet me lower. I have not long to trouble thee, Good Griffith, Cauſe the Muſicians play me that ſad Note ] nam'd my Knell; whilſt 1 fit meditating On that celeſtial Harmony, I go to.

Sad and Sclemm Muſick.

Grif. She is alleep : Good Wench, let's fit down quiet, For iear we wak: her, Soitly, gentle Pat icnce. _ e

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The Viſion. Enter ſolemnly tripping one after ancther, fi Perfonages, clad in white Robes, wearing on their Head, Garlands of Bays, and golden T/itards cu their Faces, Hran- ches of Bays or Palm in their hands, They firſt Cengee unt. her, then Dance; and at certain Changes, the ſirſt tw h !/! a ſpare Garland over her head, at which the other f male reverendcuriſies. Then the twe, that held theGarla. d, deliver the ſame to the ther next twe, who obſery? th: ſame order in their Changes, and h:lding the Garlaud cer her Head. Which done, they deliver the fame Garland to the laſt two, who likewiſe obſerve the ſame Order, 1! which, as it were by Iaſpiration, ſhe makes in her flee), figns of rejoicing, and heldeth up her Hands to Hrn. And ſo in their dancing vaniſh, carrying the Garland wit; them, The Muſick continues.

Kath, Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone And leave me here in wretchednels behind ye ? Grif. Madam, we are here, Kath, It is not you 7 call for, Saw ye none enter, ſince I ſlept ? Grif. None, Madam, Kath, No? Saw you not even now a bleſſed Troop Invite me to a Banquet, whoſe bright Faces Caſt a thouſand Beams upon me, like the Sun ? 1hey promis'd me eternal Happineſs, And brought me Garlands, Grifith, which I feel am not worthy yet to wear: 1 ſhall aſſuredly. Grif, I am moſt joyful, Madam, ſuch good Dreams T'oſſels your Fancy. Kath, Bid the Muſick leave, They are harſh and heavy to me; [ Muſick ceaſe, Pat. Do you note PA How much her Grace is alter'd on Ae ſudden ? How long her Face is drawn? How pale ſhe loc ks, And of an earthly cold? Mark her Eyes. Grif. She's going, Wench. Pray, pray, Pat. Heaven comfort her.

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Enter a Meſſenger.

Meſ. And't like your Grace—

Kath. You are a ſawey Fellow, Deierve we no more Reverence?

Grif. You are to blame, Knowing ſhe will not loſe her wonted Greatneſs, To uſe lo rude Behaviour. Go to, kneel.

Meſ. I humbly do intreat your Highneſs pardon, My haſte made me unmannerly. There is lay ipg A Gentleman ſent from the King, to lee You:

Kath. Admit him Entrance, Griffith. But this Fellow Let me ne'er lee again. [ Exit Meſſenger. Enter Lerd Capucius.

If my fight fail not, You ſhould be Lord Ambaſſador from the Emperor My Royal Nephew, and your Name Capucius.

Cap. Madam, the ſame, your Servant,

Kath. O my Lord, The Times and Titles now are alter'd ſtrangely With me, ſince firſt you knew me. But 1 pray you, What is your plealure with me ?

Cap. Noble Lady, Firſt mine own Service to your Grace, the next The King's Requeſt that | would viſit you, Who grieves much for your weakneſs, and by me Sends you his princely Commendations, And heartily intreats you take good Comfort.

Kath. O my good Lord, that Comfort comes tec late, "Tis like a pardon alter Execution; That gentle Phyſick given in Time hed cur'd me; But now I am paft all Comtorts here, but Prayers, How does his Highneſs ?

Cap. Madam, in good Health,

Kath. So may he ever do, and ever flouriſh, Waen I ſhall dwell with worms, and my poor Name Baniſh'd

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Baniſh'd the Kingdom. Patience, is that Letter I caus'd you write, yet ſent away?

Pat. No, Madam,

Kath. Sir, I muſt humb'y pray you to deliver Thus to my Lord the King.

Cap. Moſt willingly Madam.

Kath. In which l haye commerded to his Goode The Model of our chiſte loves, his yourg Daughter, The dews of Heav'n fall thick in Bleſſings on her, Beſeeching him to give her virtuous breeding,

She is young and of a noble modeſt Nature, I hope ſhe will deſerve well, and a little To love her for her Mother's ſake, that 1ov'd him, Heav'n knows how dearly, My next poor Petition Is, that his noble Grace would haye ſome pity Upon my wretched Women, that to long Have follow'd both my Fortunes, taithtully, Ot which there is not one, I dare avow, And now I ſhould not lye, but well deſerve, For Virtue, and true Beauty of the Soul, For Honeſty and decent Carriage, A right good Husband, let him be a Noble, And lure thoſe Men are happy that ſhall have 'em. The laſt is for my Men, they are the pooreſt, But Poverty ceuld never draw em from me, That they may have their Wages duly paid em, And ſomething oyer to remember me by. If Heav'n had pleas'd to have given me longer Liſe And able Means, we had not parted thus, Theſe are the whole — ard good my Lord, By that you love the deareſt in this World, As you wiſh Chriſtian Peace to Souls departed, Stand theſe poor Peoples Friend, and urge the King To do me this laſt Right.

Cap, By Heav'n | will, Or let me loſe the Faſhion of a Man.

Kath. I thank you, honeſt Lord. Remember me

In all humility unto his Fighneis;

Say, his long trouble now is paſſing

Out of this World. Tell him, in Death I bleſt him, For ſol will; mine Eyes grow dim. Farewel, My Lord, Griffith farewcl. Nay, Patience,

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You muſt not leave me yet. I muſt to bed.

Call in more Women. When I am dead, good Wench, Let me be us'd with Honour, ſtrew me over

With Maiden Flowers, that all the World may know

] was a chaſt Wite to my Grave: Embalm me,

Then lay me forth, although un-Queend, yet like

A Queen, and Daughter to a King, inter me?

can no more, [ Exeunt, leading Katherire.

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Enter Gardiner Biſh.p cf Wincheſter, a Page with a N bef.re him, met by Sir Thomas Lovel.

Gard. I I's one a Clock, Boy, is't not? Bo. It bath ſtruck,

Card. Theſe thould be hours for Neceffities, Not for Delights; Times to repair our Nature With comforting Repoſe, and not for us To walte theſe times, Good hour of Night, Sir Thomas, Whither ſo late?

Lov. Came you from the King, my Lord?

Gard. I did, Sir Thomas, and left him at Primero With the Duke of Suffolk.

Lov, I muſt to him too. Before he goes to bed. I'll take my leave.

Gard. Not yet Sir Thomas Level; what's the matter? It ſeems you are in haſte: And if there be No great Offenee belongs to't, give your Friend Some touch of your late Buſineſs; Atfaits that walk, As they lay Spirits do, at midnight, have In them a wilder Nature, than the Buſineſs That lecks diſpatch by Day.

Lov. Juy Lord, I love you: And durit commend a Secret to your Ear Much weighticr than this Word, The Queen's in Labour, They ſay in great extremity, and 'tis lear d She'll with the Labour end.

Gard. The Fruit the goes with I pray for heartily, that It may find

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Good time, and live; but for the Stock, Sic Thomas, I wiſh it grubb'd up now.

Lov. Methinks I could Cry the Amen, and yet my Conſcience ſays, She is a good Creature, and ſweet Lady, does Does delerve our better Wiſhes,

Card. But, Sir, Sir— Heat me, Sir Thomas—y'are a Gentleman Of mine own way, I know you are Wiſe, Religious, And let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, ' Twill not, Sir Thomas Lovel, take't of me, Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two Hands, and ſhe, Sleep in their Graves.

Lov. Now, Sir, you 2 of two The moſt remark'd i th Kingdom; as for Cromwel!, Pefide that of the ſewel-houſe, is made Maſter O'th' Rolls, and the King's Secretary. Further, Sir, Stands in the gap and trade for more preferments, With which the Time will load him. Th' Archbiſhop Is the King's Hand, or Tongue, and who dare ſpeaj: One ſyllable againſt him?

Gard. Yes, yes, Sir Thomas, | There are that dare; and I myſelf have ventur'd To ſpeak my Mind of him; and indeed this Day, Sir, I may tell it you, I think | have Incens'd the Lords of the Council, that he is, (For fo J know he is, chey know he is) A moſt Arch-heretick, a Peſtilence That does infect the Land; with which they mov'd, Have broken with the King, who hath lo far Given Ear to our Complaint, of his great Grace And Princely Care, foreſeeing thoie tel] Miſchiets Our Reaſons laid before him, bath commanded To morrow Morning to the Council Board He be Convented, He's a rank Weed, Sir Thema, And we muſt root him out. From your Affairs L kinder you too long: Good Night, Sir Thomas.

{ Exeunt Gardiner and 7 Lov, Many Good Nights, my Lord, I reſt your ler:

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guf. Sir, I did never win of you before. King. But little, Charles, | Nor ſhall not, when my Fancy's on my Play. Now, Lovel, from the Queen what is the News ? Lov. I could not perſonally deliver to her What you commanded me, but by her Woman I ſent your Meſlage, who return'd her Thanks | In the greateſt humbleneſs, and deſir'd your Highneſs Moſt heartily to pray for her. King. What fay'ſt thou! ha! 6 To pray for her! What ! is ſhe crying out? Lov. So ſaid her Woman, and that her ſuſt'rance Almoſt each Pang a Death. [made King. Alas! good Lady.

| . Sof. God ſafely quit her of her Burthen, and

With gentle Travel, to the gladding of

Your Highneſs with an Heir.

King. Tis Midnight, Charles,

Prithee to Bed, and in thy Prayers remember

Th' Eſtate of my poor Queen. Leave me alone, For I muſt think of that, which Company

Would not be friendly to.

Suf. T wiſh your Highneſs A quiet Night, and my good Miſtreſs will Remember in my Prayers.

King, Charles, Good Night : [Exit Suffolk.

Well, Sir, what follows?

Enter Sir Anthony Denny.

Denny. Sir, I have brought my Lord the Arch- As yon commanded me. [biſhop

King. Ha! Canterbury)!

Denny. Ay, my good Lord.

King. "Tis true -- where is he? Denny.

Denny. He attends your Highneſs's Pleaſure. |

King. Bring him tous. Exit Denny.

Lov. This is about that which the Biſhop ſpake,

Jam happily come hither. [ Aſide.

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Cran. Tam fearful: wh refore frowns he thus? "I's hs Aſpe& of Te ro-. All s ot well.

King. How now, my Lord ? you do defire to knoy, Wherefo e I ſent for you.

Cran. I. is my Duty, T attend youa Highneſs p eaſure.

King. Pray you ariſe, My good and Rome Lord of Canterbury. Come, you and I muſt walk a turn together: I have News to tell you. Come, come, give me your Hand. Ah! my good Lord, I grieve at what I ſpeak, And am ſorry to repeat what follows. J have, and moſt unwillingly, of late Heard many grievous, I do ſay, my Lord, Grieyous Complaints of you; which being conſider Have moved us, and our Council, that you ſhall 'Ths Morning come before us, where I know You cannot with ſuch freedom purge your ſelf Bur that *cill further Trial, in thoſe Charges Which will require your Anſwer, you muſt take Your Patience to you, and be well contented To make your Houſe our Tower ; you a Brother of u- Ic firs we thus proceed, or elſe no Witneſs Would come againſt you.

Cran. T humbly thank your Highneſs, And am right glad to catch this good Occaſion. Moſt throughly to be winnow'd, where my Chaff And Corn ſhall fly aſunder. For I know There's none ſtands under more calumnious Tongue; Than I my ſelf, poor Man.

King. Stand up good Canterbury; Thy Truth and thy Integrity is rooted In us, thy Friend, Give me thy Hand, ſtand up, Prithee let's walk. Now, by my holy Dame, Whar manner of Man are you? My Lord, I look You would have given me your Petition, that I ſhould have ta'en ſome pains, o bring together Yourſelf and your Accuſers, and to have heard you Wichout Indurance further.

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Will triumph o'er my Perſon; which I weigh not, Being of thoſe Virtues vacant, I fear nothing What can be ſaid againſt me.

King. Know you not [World ? How your State ſtands i'th' World, with the whole Your Enemies are many, and not ſmall: their Prac- Muſt bear the ſame Proportion : and not ever [tices The Juſtice aud the Truth o'th' Queſtion carries The due o'th' Verdict with it. At what Eaſe Might corrupt Minds procure Knaves as corrupt, To {wear againſt you? Such things have been done. You are potently oppos'd, and with a Malice Of as great ſize. cen you of better Luck,

I mean in perjur'd Witneſs, than your Maſter, Whoſe Miniſter you re, whiles here he liv'd Upon this naughty Earth? Go to, go to,

You takea Precipice for no leap of Danger, And woe your own Deſtruction.

Cran. God and your Majeſty Protec mine Innocence, or I fall into The Trap is laid for me.

King. Be of good Cheer,

They ſhall no more prevail than we give way tos

Keep Comfort to you, and this Morning ſee

You do appear before them. If they ſhall chance,

In charging you with Matters, to commit you;

The beſt Perſaaſions to the contrary

Fail not to uſe ; and with what Vehemency

The Occaſion ſhall inſtru you. If Intreaties

Will render you no Remedy, this Ring f

Deliver them, and your Appeal to us

There make before them. Look, the good Man weeps:

He's honeſt, on mise Honour. God's bleſt Mother,

I {wear he is true-hearted, and a Soul

None better in my Kingdom. Get you gone,

And do as I have bid you. [Exit Cran,

He has ſtrangled all his Language in his Tears. Enter an Old Lady.

Gent, w.thin, Come back, what mean you?

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Lady. I'll not come back, the Tidings that I bring Will make my Boldneſs Manners. Now good Angels Fly o'er thy Royal Head, and ſhade thy Perſon Under their bleſſed Wings.

King. Now by thy Looks T gueſs thy Metlage. Is the Queen deliver'd ?

Say, Ay, and of a Boy. |

Lady. Ay, ay, my Liege;

And ofa lovely Boy ; the God of Heav'n

Both now, and ever bleſs her: Tis a Girl, Promiſes Boys hereafter. Sir, your Queen Deſires your Viſitation, and to be

Acquainted with this Stranger; tis as like you, As Cherry is to Cherry.

King. Lovel.

Lov. Sir. Wn | King. Give her an hundred Marks.

I'll to the Queen. | Exit King.

Lady. An hundredMarks ! By this light, III ha'more. An ordinary Groom is for ſuch Payment.

I will have more, or ſcold it out of him. Said I for this, the Girl was like to him? Pl Have more, or elſe unſay't ; and now, while! tis hot, I'll put it to the Iſſue. [Exit Lady. SCENE II. Enter Cranmer.

Cran. T hope I'm not too late, and yet the Gentleman That was ſent to me from the Council, pray'd me To Make great haſte. All faſt? what means this ? Who waits there? Sure you know me? [Hoa

Enter Keeper. Keep. Yes, my Lord; But I cannot help you. Cran. Why ? | Keep. Your Grace muſt wait 'till you be call'd for. Enter Doctor Butts.

Cran. So. BW

Butts. This is a piece of Malice : I am glad I came this way ſo haply. The King Shall underſtand it preſently.

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The King's Phyſician, as he paſt along,

How earneſtly he caſt his Eyes upon me;

Pray Heav'n * found not my Diſgrace : far certain This is of purpofe laid by ſome that hate me,

(God turn their Hearts, I never fought their Malice) To quench mine Honour ! they woul thame to make Wait elſe at Door : A Fellow Councellor [me 'MongBoys, andGrooms,and Lackeys! But their plea-

Muſt be fulfilled, and I atrend with patience, [ſures

Enter the King aud Butts at a Window above. Butts, I'll ſhew your Grace the ſtrangeſt Sight — King. What's that, Butts 7? Butts, I think your Highneſs ſaw this many a Day. King. Body a me: where is it ? Butts. There, my Lord: The high Promotion of his Grace of Canterbury,

Who holds his State at Door *mongſt Purſeyants,

Pages, and Foot-boys. King. Ha? *tis he indeed. Is this the Honour they do one another ? 'Tis well there's one above 'em yet. I had thought They had parted ſo much Honeſty among 'em At leaſt good Manners, as not thus to ſuffer A Man of his Place, and ſo near our Favour,

To dance Attendance on their Lordſhips pleaſures, And at the Door too, like a Poſt with Packets:

By holy Mary, Butts, there's Knavery ;

Let 'em alone, and draws the Curtain cloſe.

We ſhall hear more anon.

A Council T:ble brought in with Chairs and Stools, and pl iced under the State. Enter Lord-Chancellor , places himſelf at

the upper end of the Table, on the left Hand. A S at being

| left void above him, as for the Archbiſhop of Canterbury's Scat. Duke of Suffolk, Duke of Norfolk, Surrey, Loyd-

Chamberlain, and Gardiner, ſeat themſelves in order on each Side. Cromwell at the lower end as Secretary,

Chan, Speak to the Buſineſs, Mr. Secretary: Why are we met in Councils? | Crom. Pleaſe your Honours, The chief Concerns his Grace of Canterbury. - Gard, Has he Knowledge of it?

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Crom. Yes.

Nor. Who waits there?

Keep. Without? my noble Lords.

Gard. Yes. .

Keep. My Lord Archbiſhop ; Envy And has done half an Hour, to know your Pleaſures Dare

Chan. Let him come in,

Keep. Your Grace may enter now. Be w

[Cranmer approaches the Council-Table And

Chan. My good Lord Archbiſhop Tam yery ſorry Þ To ſit here at this preſent, and behold That Chair ſtand empty: But we all are Men And | In aur own Natures frail, aud capable Of our Fleſh, few are Angels; our of which Frailyſ We v And want of Wiſdom, you that beſt ſhould teach us And c Have miſdemean'd your ſelf, and not a little: From Toward the King firſt, then his Laws, in filling Wher, the wholeRealm,by your teaching and yourChaplains You ff

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cran. My good Lords, hitherto, in all the Progr:þ 19 Mer Both of my Life and Office, I have labour'd, | And with no little Study, that my Teaching, By your And the ſtrong Courſe of my Authority, Might go one way, and ſafely ; and 10 end Tor wha Was ever to do well: Nor is there living, T (I ſpeak it with a ſingle Heart, my Lords) A Man that molt deteſls, more Rtirs againſt, | l cry you

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Both in his private Conſcience, and his Place, Detaces of the publick Peace, than I do:

Pray Heav'n the King may never find a Heart With leſs Allegiance init. Men that mak=-

Envy, and crooked Malice, Nouriſhment,

Dare bite the beſt. I do beſeech your Lordſhips, That in this caſe of Juſtice, my Accuſers,

Be what they will, may ſtand forth Face to Face,

And freely urge againſt me.

5uf. Nay, my Lord. That cannot be ; you are a Councellor, And by that Virtue no Man dare accuſe you. [ment, Card. MyLord, becauſe we have buſineſs of more mo- We will : e ſhort with you. "Tis his Highneſs pleaſure And our Concent, for better Trial of you, From hence you be committed to the Tower, Where being but a private Man again, You ſhall know many dare accuſe you boldly, More than, I fear, you are provided for. Cran. Ay, my good Lord of Wincheſter, T thank you, You are always my good Friend ; if your Will pals,

I ſhall both find your Lordſhip Judge and Juror,

You are ſo merciful. I ſee your end,

'Tis my undoing. Love and Meekneſs, Lord, Become a Church-man better than Ambition: Win ſtraying Souls with Modeſty again,

Caſt none away. That I ſhall clear my ſelf,

Lay all the Weight ye can upon my Pati nc e,

J make as little doubt, as you do Conſcience

In doing daily Wrongs. I could ſay more,

But Reverence to your Calling makes me modeſt, Gard. My Lord, my Lord, you are a Sectary,

That's the plain Truth, your painted Gloſs diſcovers,

o Men that underſtand you, Words and Weakneſs.

Crom, My Lord of Wincheſter, you're a little, apt Men to noblo, However faulty, yer ſhould find Reſpe& For what they have been: 'Tis a Cruelty To load a falling Man. Gard. Good Mr. Secretary,

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Of all this Table, ſay fo. Crom. Why, my Lord ? Gard. Do not I know you for a Favourer

Of this new Sec? ye are not ſound. Crom. Not ſound? | Gard, Not ſound, I ſay.

Crom. Would you were half ſo honeſt :

Mens Prayers then would ſeek you, not their Fears, Gard. Iſhall remember this bold Language. Crom. Do.

Remember your bold Life too.

Cham. This is too much; Forbear, for ſhame, my Lords. Gard. T have done. Crom. And I. Cham. Then thus for you, my Lord, it ſtands agreed

T take it by all Voices; that forthwith

You be convey'd to th' Tow'y a Priſoner 3

There to remain 'till the King's further Pleaſure

Be known unto us. Are you all agreed, Lords Al. We are.

Cran. Is there no other way of Mercy,

Bur I muſt needs to th' Tower, my Lords? Gard. What other

Would you expect? you are ſtrangely troubleſor:::

Let ſome o'th' Guard be ready there. Enter the Guard,

Cran. For me? Muſt I go like a Traitor thither ?

Gard. Receive him, And ſee him ſafe 1'th' Tower.

Cran. Stay, good my Lords, I have a little to ſay yet. Look there, my Lords; By virtue of that Ring, I take my Cauſe Qut of the Gripes of cruel Men, and give it To a moſt noble Judge, the King my Maſter.

Cham. This is the King's Ring.

Jar. Tis no counterfeit,

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The Cauſe betwixr her and this great Offender,

King. Lou were ever good at ſudden Commendations. Biſhop of Wincheſter. But know, I come not To hear ſuch Flatreries now, and in my Preſence, They are too thin and baſe to hide Offences.

Io me you cannot reach; you play the Spanie},

And think with wagging of your Tongue to win me: But whatſoe'er thou tak'ſt me for, I'm ſure Thou haſt a cruel Nature, and a bloody. Good Man, fit down: now let me ſee the proudeſtſ Io He that dares moſt, but wag his Finger at thee.[Cran. By all that's Holy, he had better ſtarve, Than but once think, this Place becomes thee nor, Sur. May it pleaſe your Grace --- King. No, Sir, it does not pleaſe me, had thought I had Men of ſome Underſtanding And Wiſdom, in my Council; bur I find none: Was it Diſcretion, Lords, to let this Man, This good Man, (few of you deſerve that Title) This honeſt Man, wait like a louſie Foot-boy At Chamber-door, and one, as great as you 17 y ny

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Why what a Shame was this ? Did my Commiſſion Bid ye ſo far forget your ſelves? I gave ye Power, as ye was a Counſellor, to try him, Not as a Groom ; there's ſomething of ye, I ſee, More out of Malice han Integrity, Would try him to the utmoſt, had he mean; Which ye ſhall never have, while I do live.

Cham. Thus far. My moſt dread Sovereign, may it like your Grace, To let my Tongue excuſe all. What was purpos'd Concerning his Impriſonment, was rather, If their be faith in Men, meant for his Trial, And fair Purgation to the World, than Malice: I'm ſure in me.

King. Well, well, my Lords. reſpect him: Take him and ute him well? he's worthy of it. T will ſay this much for him, if a Prince May be beholding to a Subject, I Am, for his Love and Service, ſo to him. Make me no more ado, but all embrace him ; Be Friends for ſhame, my Lords. My Lord of Canter- I have a Suit, which you muſt not deny me. l, There's a fair young Maid that yet wants Baptiſin, You mult be Godfather, and anſwer for her.

Crau The greateſt Monarch now alive may glory In ſuch an Honour: how may I deſerve it, Thatam a poor and humble Subje& to you ?

King.Come.come.my Lord,you'd ſpare your Spoons:

You thall have two noble Partners with you: The old Dutcheſs of Norſolk, and the Lady Marqueſs of Dorſer ; Will theſe pleaſe you ? Once more, my Lord of Wincheſter, I charge you Embrace. and love this man.

Gard. With a true Heart, And Brother's Love I do it.

Cran And let Heav'n Witneſs. how ear I hold this Confirmation.

King. Good man, theſe joyful tears ſhew thy true The common Voice I ſee is verified (Heart;

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Noiſe and Iumult within. Enter Porter and his Man.

Port. Vou' ll Teave your Noiſe anon, ye Raſcals; do you take the Court for Paris Garden? ye rude Slaves, leave your gaping.

Mithin. Good Mr. Porter, I belong to th'Larder.

Port. Belong to the Gallows, and be hang'd ye rogue: Is this a Place to roar in? Fetch me a dozenCrabrtree

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Staves, and ſtrong ones, theſe are but Switches to 'em:

III ſcratch your heads, you muſt be ſeeing Chriſtnings? Do you look for Ale andCakes here, you rudeRaſcals?

Man. Pray, Sir, be patient; 'tis as much impoſſible Unleſs we {wept them from the Door with Cannons» To ſcatter em, as tis to make em ſleep,

On May-day Morning, which will never be : We may as well puſh againſt Pauls, as ſtir 'em. Port, How got they in, and be hang'd ?

Man. Alas, I ki ow not; how gets the Tide in? As much as one ſound Cudgel of four Foot;

You ſee the poor remainder, could diſtrib ute, 1 made no ſpare, Sir.

Port. You did nothing, Sir.

Man. I am not Sampſon, nor Sir Guy, nor Colebrand. To mow em down before; but if I ſpar'd any That had a Head to hit, either young or old,

He or ſhe, a Cuckold, or Cuckold-maker, Let me never hope to ſee a Chine again ; And that'I would not for a Cow, God ſave her.

Within. Do you hear, Mr. Porter?

Fort. I ſhall be with you preſently, good Mr. Puppy, Keep the Door cloſe, Sirrah.

Man. What would you have me do ?

Port. What ſhould do, but knock them down by the Dozens; Is this AMor:F:lds to muſter in? Or have we ſome ſtrange Inalan with the great. Tool, come to Court, the Women fo beſiege us? Bleſs men What a Fry of Fornication is ar

the Door? on my Chriſtian Conſcience, this one Chriſt-

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Chriftning will beget a thouſand, here will be Fr. ther, Godfather, and all together. Man. The Spoons will be the bigger, Sir; there i;

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a Fellow ſome what near the Door, he ſhould be , Braſier by his Face, for o' my Conſcience twenty of the Dog-days now reign in's Noſe ; all that ſtand a. bout him are under the Line, they need no other Penance ; that Fire-Drake did I hit three times on the Head, and three times was his Noſe diſcharged againſt me; he ſtands there like a Mortar-piece to blow us up. There was a Haberdaſher's Wife, of ſmall Wit, near him, that rail'd upon me, 'till her pink'd Porringer fell off her Head, for kindling ſuch a Combuſtion in the State. I miſt the Meteor once, and hit that Woman, who cry'd out Clubs, when! might ſec from far, ſome forty Truncheons draw to her Succour, which were the hope o'th' Strand, where ſhe was quarter'd ; they fell on. I made good my Place, at length they came to the Broom-ſtaf to me, I defy'd 'em ſtill, when ſuddenly a File of Boys behind *em, looſe ſhot, deliver d ſuch a Shower of Pebbles, that I was fain to draw mine Honour in, and let'em win the Work; the Devil was amongſt em, I think ſurely.

Port. Theſe are the Youths that thunder at a Play- houſe, and fight for bitten Apples, that no Audience,

but the Tribulation of PDwer-Hhll, or the Limbs of

Lime-houſe, their dear Brothers, are able to endure. I have ſome of em in Limbo Patrum, there they are like to dance theſe rhree Days ; befides the running Banquet of two Bead les which is to come. Enter Lori Chamberlain, Cham. Merey o'me ; what a Multitude are here * They grow ſti!! too; from all parts they are coming,

As if we kept a Fair here? where are theſe Porters?

Theſe lazyKnaves ? Ye've made a fine ha nd, Fellows: There's a trim Rabble let in; are all theſe

Your faithful Friends of the Suburbs? we ſhall have Great ſtore of room, no doubt, left for the Ladies, When they paſs back from the Chriſtning ?

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Cham. As I live, If the King blame me for't, I'II lay ye all | of W By th' Heels, and ſuddenly; and on your Heads a. Clap round Fines, for neglect: Y'are lazy Knaves, jet And here ye lye baiting of Bombards, when on ve ſhould do Service. Hark, the Trumpets found, ed MThare come already from the Chriſtning ; to No break among the Preſs, and find a way out, To let the Troops paſs fairly? or Fl find, A Marſbalfea ſhall hold ye play theſe two Months. Port. Make way there, for the Princeſs. Man. You, great Fellow,

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nd, Wl peck you o'er the Pales elſe. [ Exeunt. ood SCENE III.

Enter Trumpets ſounding ; then two Aldermen, Lord-Mayor, of Carter, Cranmer, Dake of Norfolk, with his Marſbal's wer | Staff, Duke of Suffolk, two Noblemen bearing great ſtan- our Jing Bowls for the Chriftuing Gifts; then four Noblemen noſt Þþ tearing 4 Canopy, under which the Dutcheſs of Norfolk, ed. Mother, bearing the Child richly habited in a Mantle, ay. | &c. Train born by a Lady: Dien follows the Marchioneſs >ncz, IF Dorſet, the other God-mother, and Ladies. The Troop s of / once about the Stage, and Garter ſpeaks. Lure, Cart. Heaven, 7 are tom thy endleſs Goodneſs ſend proſperous Life, ming Teng, and ever happy, to the high and mighty riacefs of England, Elizabeth. Fllouriſb. Enter King and Guard. re > IC. And to your Royal Grace, and the good Queen, : ly noble Partners, and myſelf thus pray, Comfort, joy in this moſt gracious Lady, eav'n ever laid up to make Parents happy, ay hourly fall upon ye . King. Thank you, good Lord Archbiſhop. hat is her Name * | Gan, Elizabeth.

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King. Stand up, Lord ; With this Kiſs, take my Bleſſing : God proteQ thee] Into whoſe Hand I give thy Life.

Cran. Amen. : |

King. My noble Coſſips, y' have been too prodigal, I thank ye heartily : So ſhall this Lady, When ſhe has ſo much Engliſh.

Cran. Let me ſpeak, Sir, | For Heav'n now bids me ; and the Words I utrer, Let none think Flattery ; for they'll find 'em Truth. This Royal Infant, Heay'n {11 move about her, Though in her Cradle, yet now promiſes Upon this Land, a thoutand thouſand Bleſſings, Which Time (hall bring to Ripeneſs : She ſhall be, (But few now living can behold that Goodneſs) A Patternto all Princes living with her, And all that ſhall ſucceed : Sheba was never More covetous of Wiſdom, and fair Virtue, Than this poor Soul ſhall be. All princely Graces That mould up ſuch a mighty Piece as this is, With all the Virtues that attend the Good, Shall ſtill be doubled on her. Truth ſhall nurſe her: Holy and heav'nly Thoughts ſtill counſel her: She ſhall be lov'd and fear d. Her own ſhall bleſs her; Her Foes ſhake like a Field of beaten Corn. (her And hang their Heads with ſorrow : Good grows wi! In her Days every Man ſhall eat in ſafety, Under his own Vine what he plants; and ſing The merry Songs of Peace to all his Neighbours. God ſhall be truly known, and thoſe about her, From her ſhall read the perfect Ways of Honour, And by thoſe claim their Greatneſs, not by Blood.

Nor fhall this Peace ſleep with her; but as when F

The Bird of Wonder dies, the Maiden Phœnix,

Her Aſhes new create another Heir, |

And great in Admiration has her ſelf :

So ſhall ſhe leave her Bleſſedneſs to one, (Darkne!

(When Heav'n ſhall call her from this Cloud (

Who, from the ſacred Aſhes of her Honour,

Shall Star like riſe, as great in Fame as ſhe was,

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Kine HENRY VIII.

That were the Servants to this choſen Infant, .- MW Shall then be his, and like a Vine grow to him; | Where-ever the bright Sun of Heav'n ſhall ſhine, His Honour , and the Greatneſs of his Name, Shall be and make new Nations. He ſhall flouriſh,

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ns And like a Mountain Cedar, reach his Branches, To all the Plains about him : Our Childrens Chil- Shall ſee this, and bleſs Heaven. (dren

r King. Thou ſpeakeſt Wonders.

1th Cran. She ſhall be to the Happineſs of England, An aged Princeſs; many Days ſhall ſee. And yet no Day without a Deed to crown it. Wouid I had known no more: But ſhe muſk die, be, She muſt, the Saints muſt have her; yet a Virgin, A moſt unſpotted Lilly ſhall ſhe ; aſs To th' Ground, and all the World ſhall mourn her. King. O Lord Archbithop, Thou has made me now a Man ; never before ces This happy Child, did I get any thing. This Oracle of Comfort has ſo pleaſed me, That when I am in Heav'n, I ſhall deſire her: To ſee what this Child does, and praiſe my Maker. I thank ye all. To you, my good Lord-Mayar, 5 her; And your good Brethren, I am much beholden : (hei I have received much Honour by your Preſence, s wü And ye ſhall find me thankful. Lead the way, Lords, Ye muſt all ſee the Queen, and ſhe muſt thank ye, She will be ſick elſe. This Day, no Man think irs. He's buſineſs at his Houſe, for all ſhall ſtay, er, his little One {ball make ic Holy-day. Exeaut

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i i IS ten to one this Play can never pleaſe All that are here : ſome come to take their eaſe,

And ſleep out an AF or two; but thoſe we fear We've ſrighted with our Trumpets: ſo tis clear, They'll ſay it's naught. Others, to hear the City Abus'd extremely, and to cry, That's witty ; Which we have not done neither; that, I fear, All the expected Good we' are like to hear,

For this Play at this time, is only in

The merci ful Conſtruction of good Women ;

For ſuch a one we ſhew'd em: If they ſmile, And ſay "twill do; I know within a while,

All the beſt Men are ours; for "tis ill hap,

If they hold, when their Ladies bid em clap.