know ; 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me,- These I | With all the choicest musick of the kingdom, Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, And with the same full state pac'd back again To York-place, where the feast is held. 1 Gent. Sir, you Who's that, that bears the scepter? 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset: And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that should be Must no more call it York-place, that is past : For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; 'Tis now the king's, and call'd - Whitehall. 3 Gent. I know it; But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me. 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen? 3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) The other, London. Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, 3 Gent. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him. 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the king, and truly A worthy friend. The king [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of Has made him master o'the jewel-house, Enter a Third Gentleman. Heaven save you, sir! where have you been broiling? 3 Gent. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled 3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent. Good sir, speak it to us. A distance from her; while her grace sat down 2 Gent. Such joy But, 'pray, what follow'd? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saint-like, Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH and PATIENCE. Grif. How does your grace? Kath. O, Griffith, sick to death: My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair; So, -now methinks, I feel a little ease. Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, Was dead? Grif. Yes, madam; but I think, your grace, Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily 9, For my example. Pursu'd him still; and three nights after this, I were malicious else. Yes, good Griffith; 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 wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, Ile was most princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he raised in you, Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. Kath. After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, With thy religious truth, and modesty, Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him! Patience, be near me still; and set me lower: I have not long to trouble thee. — Good Griffith, Cause the musicians play me that sad note I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating On that celestial harmony I go to. make reverend court'sies; then the two that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: which done, they delwer the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order: at which, (as it were by inspiration,) she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The musick continues. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? It is not you I call for: Saw ye none enter, since I slept? 1 Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Possess your fancy. Bid the musick leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. [Musick ceases. Do you note, Kath. Pat. How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? Pat. But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. Cap. Madam, in good health. No, madam. The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her! A right good husband, let him be a noble ; SCENE I. -A Gallery in the Palace. Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, ACT V. Enter GARDINER, Bishop of Winchester, a Page Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? It hath struck. Whither so late? Lov. Methinks, I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does Deserve our better wishes. Gar. But, sir, sir, - Lov. Lov. It seems, you are in haste: an if there be Lov. The fruit, she goes with, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd, 3 Afterwards queen Mary. Gar. 5 Set on. | Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd, It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness Cran. I 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 tongues, Than I myself, poor man. K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury; Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted In us, thy friend: Give me thy hand, stand up; Pr'ythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd You would have given me your petition, that I should have ta'en some pains to bring together Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you Without indurance, further. Cran. Most dread liege, The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, Will triumph o'er my person; which I weigh not, Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing What can be said against me. K. Hen. Know you not how Your state stands i'the world, with the whole world? Your enemies Are many, and not small; their practices Cran. God, and your majesty, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into The trap is laid for me! K. Hen. Be of good cheer; They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. 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 persuasions to the contrary Fail not to use, and with what vehemency The occasion shall instruct you: if entreaties Will render you no remedy, this ring Deliver them, and your appeal to us There make before them. - Look, the good man weeps! He's honest, on mine honour. I swear, he is true-hearted; and a soul His language in his tears. 8 One of the council. 9 Think. K. Hen. Body o' me, where is it? Bulls. There, my lord: The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Who holds his state at door, 'mongst pursuivants, Pages, and foot-boys. K. Hen. Ha! 'Tis he, indeed : Is this the honour they do one another? 'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, They had parted so much honesty amongst them, (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 them alone, and draw the curtain close; We shall hear more anon. The Council-Chamber. [Exeunt. And has done half an hour, to know your pleasures Who waits there? Sure you know me? D. Keep. But yet I cannot help you. Cran. Why? That chair stand empty: But we all are men, In our own natures frail; out of which frailty, D. Keep. Your grace must wait till you be call'd And want of wisdom, you, that best should teach us, Cran. for. Enter DOCTOR BUTTS. So. Butts. This is a piece of malice, I am glad I came this way so happily: The king Shall understand it presently. [Erit BUTTS. Cran. [Aside.] 'Tis Butts, The king's physician: As he past along, How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For certain, This is of purpose lay'd, by some that hate me, (God turn their hearts! I never sought their malice,) To quench mine honour: they would shame to make Have misdemean'd yourself, and not a little, (For so we are inform'd,) with new opinions, Gar. Which reformation must be sudden too, My noble lords: for those that tame wild horses, Pace them not in their hands to make them gentle; But stop their mouths with stubborn bits, and spur them, Till they obey the manage. If we suffer Cran. My good lords, hitherto, in all the progress |