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Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cron

well,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king;
And,-Prithee, lead me in :
There take an inventory of all I have,
To the last penny; 't is the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
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.

Crom. Good sir, have patience.
Wol.

So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.
SCENE 1.—A Street in Westminster.

Enter Two Gentlemen, meeting.
I Gent. You are well met once again.
2 Gent.

And so are you. 1 Gent. You come to take your stand here, and be

hold The lady Anne pass from her coronation ?

2 Gent. 'T is all my business. At our last encounter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

1 Gent. 'T is very true: but that time offer'd sorrow; This general joy. | 2 Gent. 'T is well: The citizens, I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds, (As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward,) In celebration of this day with shows, Pageants, and sights of honour. 1 Gent.

Never greater, Nor, I 'll assure you, better taken, sir.

2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That paper in your hand ? 1 Gent.

Yes; 't is the list Of those that claim their offices this day, By custom of the coronation. The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk, He to be earl marshal : you may read the rest. 2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those cus

toms, I should have been beholding to your paper.

a Beholding.-This is not a corrupt word, but one constantly used by the writers of Shakspere's day. We have an example of it in Greene's Groat's Worth of Wit.'

But, I beseech you, what 's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager ? how goes her business?

i Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off
From Ampthill, where the princess lay ; to which
She was often cited by them, but appear'd not:
And, to be 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 remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now, sick.
2 Gent.

Alas, good lady ! - [Trumpets. The trumpets sound : stand close, the queen is coming.

THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION. A lively flourish of Trumpets : then, enter, 1. Two Judges. 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before

him. 3. Choristers singing.

[Music. 4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter,

in his coat of arms, and, on his head, a gilt cop

per crown. 5. 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. Col

lars of ss. 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet

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

auges.

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 I know ;Who's that that bears the sceptre ? I Gent.

Marquis Dorset : And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: and that should be The duke of Suffolk. 1 Gent.

'T is the same; high-steward. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ? 1 Gent.

Yes. 2 Gent.

Heaven bless thee!

[Looking on the Queen. Thou hast the sweetest face I 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 Gent.

They that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-ports. 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are

near her.
I take it, she that carries up the train
Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk.

1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses.
2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, in-

deed;
And, sometimes, falling ones.
1 Gent.

No more of that. [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of trumpets.

Enter a Third Gentleman.
God 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; I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy.

2 Gent. You saw the ceremony?
3 Gent. That I did.
I Gent. How was it?
3 Gent. Well worth the seeing.
2 Gent. Good sir, speak it to us.

3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream
Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen
To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
A distance from her: while her grace sat down
To rest a while, some half an hour, or so,
In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
The beauty of her person to the people.
Believe 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 shrouds 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 loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy
I never saw before. Great-bellied women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams a
In the old time of war, would shake the press,
And make them reel before them. No man living
Could say, “This is my wife,” there; all were woven
So strangely in one piece.
2 Gent.

But, 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, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly.

& Rams--battering-rams.

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