Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile he would afpire to,
That fweet afpect of princes, and his ruin,
More pangs and fears than war or women have;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

Enter Cromwell, standing amaz'd.

Why, how now, Cromwell?

Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd

At my misfortunes? can thy fpirit wonder
A great man fhould decline? nay, if you weep,

I'm fallen indeed.

Crom. How does your Grace?

Wol. Why, well;

Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now, and I feel within me

A peace above all earthly dignities;

A till and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me,
I humbly thank his Grace; and, from these fhoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken

A load would fink a navy, too much honour.

O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n ?

Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use

of it.

Wol. I hope I have: I'm able now,

Out of a fortitude of foul I feel,

methinks,

T'endure more miferies, and greater far,

Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer,
What news abroad'

Crom. The heavieft, and the worst,

Is your difpleafure with the King.

Wol. God bless him!

Grom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol. That's fomewhat fudden

But he's a learned man.

May he continue

Long in his Highnefs' favour, and do justice

For truth's fake and his confcience; that his bones, When he has run his courfe, and fleeps in bleffings,

May

May have a tomb of orphans' tear wept on him!
What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Inftall'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.

Wol. That's news indeed.

Crom. Laft, that the Lady Anne,

Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open as his Queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now

Only about her coronation.

Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. O
Cromwell,

The King has gone beyond me: all my glories
In that one woman I have loft for ever.

No fun fhall ever ufher forth my honours,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my fimiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
I am a poor fall'n man, unworthy now

To be thy Lord and mafter. Seek the King,
(That fun I pray may never set); I've told him

What and how true thou art; he will advance thee:
Some little memory of me will ftir him,

I know his noble nature, not to let

Thy hopeful fervice perifh too.

Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not make ufe now, and provide
For thine own future fafety.

Crom. O my Lord,

Muft then leave you? must I needs forego
So good, fo noble, and fo true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his Lord.
The King fhall have my fervice, but my prayers
For ever, and for ever, fhall be your's.

Wol. Cromwel, I did not think to fhed a tear
In all my miferies; but thou haft force'd me,
Out of thy honeft truth, to play the woman—
Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And when I am forgotten, as i fhall be,
And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention,
Of me must more be heard, fay then I taught thee;
Say, Wolfey, that once rode the waves of glory,
And founded all the deeps and thoals of honour,

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Found

Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in :
A fure and fafe one, though thy master mifs'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
(Tho' th' image of his maker) hope to win by't?
Love thyfelf laft; cherish thofe hearts that wait thee
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

To filent envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not..
Let all the ends thou aim'ft at, be thy country's,

[well,

Thy God's, and Truth's; then if thou fall'ft, Ó Crom-
Thou fall'ft a bleffed martyr. Serve the King;
And pr'ythee lead me in-

There take an inventory of all I have,

To the laft 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 I but serv'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. Farewel

The hopes of court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell.

[Exeunt.

I Gen.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

A fireet in Westminster.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.

1 Gen. You come to take your stand here, and behold The lady Anne pafs from her coronation.

2 Gen. 'Tis all my business.

At our laft encounter,

The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd forrow, This, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well the citizens,

I'm fure, have fhewn at full their loyal minds;
And let 'em have their right, they're ever forward

In celebration of these days with fhews,
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 lift

Of thofe that claim their offices this day,,

By cuftom 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
I fhould have been beholden to your paper. [customs,
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine,
The princefs-dowager how goes her business?
1 Gen. That I can tell you too.
The Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunftable, fix miles

From Ampthil, where the Princess lay; to which
She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not:
And, to be fhort, for not appearance, and
The King's late fcruple, by the main affent
Of all thefe learned men fhe was divorce'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, fhe was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas, good Lady!

The trumpets found; ftand clofe, the Queen is coming.

The order of the coronation.

[Hautboys.

1. A lively flourish of trumpets.

2. Then two judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the purfe and mace before him. 4. Chorister finging.

Mufic.

5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt 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,

Surrey, bearing the rod of filver with the dove, crown'd with an Earl's roronet. Collars of SS. 7. Duke of Suffolk in his robe of ftate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as High Steward. With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of Marhalfhip, 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, crowned. On each fide her the Bishops of London and Winchefter.

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

They pafs over the flage in order and fate, and then exeunt, with a great flourish of trumpets.

2 Gen. A royal train, believe me; thefe 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. The next should beThe Duke of Suffolk.

1 Gen. 'Tis the fame: High Steward.

2 Gen. And that my Lord of Norfolk.

1 Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heav'n blefs thee!

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

Sir, as have a foul, fhe 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..

1 Gen. They that bear

The cloth of state above her, are four Barons

Of the Cinque-ports.

2 Gen. Thofe men are happy; fo are all are near her. I take it, the that carries up the train,

Is that old Noble Lady the Duchels of Norfolk. 1 Gen. It is, and all the rest are counteffes.

2 Gen Their coronets fay fo. These are stars indeed; And fometimes falling ones.

1 Gen. No more of that.

Enter