That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell, Crom. Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear Love thy self last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Sal in thy right hand carry gentle peace, I should have been beholden to your paper. 1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop 2 Gent. The trumpets sound coming. Alas, good lady!(Trumpets.) stand close, the queen is Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold. on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove, crowned with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS. Te sience envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet Let all the ends, thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O CromThou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; (well, And,-Prythee, lead me in: There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's my robe And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. ¡Exeunt. on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high-steward. With him, the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS. 7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side of her, the Bishops of London and Winchester. 8. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. 9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers. 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.-These 1 know; Who's that, that bears the sceptre? 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died, fearing Cod. Sad and solemn music. [quiet, Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down For fear we wake her;-Softly, gentle Patience. The Vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six Personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, or palm, in their hands. They first congee sato her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which, the other four make reverend curt sies; then the two, that held the garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who ob serve the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head; which done, they deliver 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 music 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 : None, madam. And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams Bid the music leave, They are harsh and heavy to me. (Music ceases.) Pat. Do you note, How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden? How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks, And of an earthly cold? Mark you her eyes? Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray. Heaven comfort her! Pat. Enter a Messenger. You are a saucy fellow: Mess. An't like your grace,— Kath Deserve we no more reverence? Grif You are to blame, Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness, To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel." Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; My baste made me unmannerly: There is staying A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this fellow Let me ne'er see again. [Exeunt Griffith and Messenger. Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS. If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. Cap. Noble lady, the next, First, mine own service to your grace; And heartily entreats you take good comfort. 'Tis like a pardon after execution: That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. How does his highness? Cap. Madam, in good health. Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish, When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter, I cans'd you write, yet sent away? Pat. No, madam. (Giving it to Katharine.) Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver This to my lord the king. Cap. Most willing, madam. Kath. In which I have commended to his good ness The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter :- A right good husband, let him be noble; If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life, Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him, A ACT V. SCENE I.-A Gallery in the Palace. Enter GARDINER, Bishop of WINCHESTER, a Page with a torch before him, met by Sir THOMAS LOVELL. Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? |