Some little memory of me will ftir him,
I know his noble nature, not to let

Thy hopeful fervice perish too. Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety.

Crom. O my Lord,

Must I then leave you? muft I needs forgo
So good, fo noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his Lord.
The King shall have my service, but my prayers
For ever and for ever shall be yours.

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all 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, Cromwell;
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me muft more be heard, say, then, I taught thee;
Say Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And founded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in,
A fure and fafe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that which ruin'd me :
Cromwell, I charge thee fling away ambition;
By that fin fell the angels; how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by't?
Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle Peace,
To filence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not..
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy Country's,
Thy God's, and Truth's; then if thou fall'st, Crom-

well,

Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the King;
And-pr'ythee 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 Heav'n, is all

I dare now call mine.own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!

Had but ferv'd my God with half the zeal

I ferv'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 heav'n do dwell..

ACT IV.

[Exeunt

SCENE I.

A Street in Westminster.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.

I Gentleman.

You're well met once

again.

2 Gen. And fo are you..

1 Gen. You come to take your stand here, and

behold

The Lady Anne pass from her coronation.

2 Gen. 'Tis all my business. At our last encounter The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd forThis general joy.

[row,

2 Gen. Tis well; the citizens, I'm fure, have shewn at full their loyal minds: And let them have their rights, they're ever forward Ja celebration of this day with shows,

Pageants, and fights of honour.

1 Gen. Never greater,

Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, Sir..

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains,

That paper in your hand?

1 Gen. Yes, 'tis 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
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 beholden to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine,
The Princefs Dowager? how goes her businets?

1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop Of Canterbury, accompany'd with other Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order, Held a late court at Dunstable, fix miles From Ampthill, where the Princess lay, to which She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not : And, to be short, for not appearance and The King's late scruple, by the main affent Of all these learned men she was divorced, And the late marriage made of none effect : Since which she was remov'd to Kimbolton, Where she remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas, good Lady!

The trumpets found; stand close, the Queen is co

ming.

[Hautboys.

1

The Order of the Coronation.

1. A lively flourish of trumpets.

2. Then two Judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before

him.

4. Choristers finging.

5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace.

ter in his coat of arms, and on his

copper crown.

6. Marquis of Dorfet bearing a fceptre of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of filver with the dove, crown'd with an Earl's coronet.

lars of SS.

as

Col

7. Duke of Suffolk in his robe of state, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, High Steward. With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of Marshalship, a coronet on his head. ColLars of SS.

8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque Ports, under it the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly

adorned with pearl, crown'd. On each fide her the Bishops of London and Winchester.

9. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. 10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.

They pass over the stage in order and state, and then exeunt with a great flourish of trumpets.

2 Gen. A royal train, believe me. -These I know -Who's that who bears the fceptre? 1 Gen. Marquis Dorfet.

And that the Earl of Surrey with the rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman. That should be.

The Duke of Suffolk.

1. Gen. 'Tis the fame; High Steward.

2. Gen. And that my Lord of Norfolk.

I Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heav'n bless thee! [Looking on the Queen.

Thou haft the sweetest face I ever look'd on.

Sir, as I have a foul 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 confcience.

Gen. They that bear

The cloth of state above her, are four Barons
Of the Cinque Ports.

2 Gen. Those men are happy; so are all are near I take it, she that carries up the train [her.

Is that old noble Lady, the Duchess of Norfolk. I Gen. It is, and all the rest are Countesses. 2 Gen. Their coronets say so. These are stars

indeed,

And fometimes falling ones.

1 Gen. No more of that.

Enter a third Gentleman.

God save you, Sir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the crowd. i' th' Abbey, where a fager

Could not be wedg'd in more. I am stifled
With the mere ranknefs of their joy.

2 Gen. You saw the ceremony?

3 Gen. I did.

1 Gen. How was it?

3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.

2 Gen. Good Sir, speak it to us.

3 Gen. 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 diftance from her, while her Grace fat down To rest a while, some half an hour or fo, In a rich chair of state, oppofing freely The beauty of her perfon to the people; (Believe me, Sir, she is the goodlieft woman That ever lay by man); which when the people Had the full view of, such a noise arose As the shrouds make at fea in a stiff tempeft, 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 loft. Such joy I never faw before. Great-belly'd women, That had not half a week to go, like rams In the old time of war, would shake the prefs, And make them reel before 'em. No man living Could say, this is my wife there; all were woven So strangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But pray what follow'd?

3 Gen. At length her Grace 'rofe, and, with medest paces,

Came to the altar, where she kneel'd; and, faint

like,

Caft her fair eyes to heav'n, and pray'd devoutly;
Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people;
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury
Sh' had all the royal makings of a Queen;
As holy oil, Edward Confeffor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems
Laid nobly on her; which perform'd, the choir,
With all the choiceft music of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So the parted,