The Order of the Coronation.'

1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets.

2. Then two Judges.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the Purfe and Mace before him.

4. Quirifters finging.

[Mufick. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter in his Coat of Arms, and on his Head a Gilt Copper

Crown.

6. Marquess of Dorset, bearing a Scepter of Gold, on his Head a Demi-Coronal of Gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the Rod of Silver with the Dove, Crown'd with an Earl's Coronet. Collars of SS.

7.

Duke of Suffolk, in his Robe of Eftate, 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.

8 A Canopy born 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 Winchester.

9. The old Dutchess 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 pass over the Stage in Order and State, and then Exeunt, with a great Flourish of Trumpets.

2 Gen. A Royal Train, believe me; thefe I know; Who's that bears the Scepter?

1 Gen. Marquels Dorfet.

And that the Earl of Surrey, with the Rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave Gentleman.

The Duke of Suffolk.

That should be

1 Gen. 'Tis the fame: High Steward. 2 Gen. And that my Lord of Norfolk?

I Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heav'n bless thee,

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

Sir, as I have a Soul, fhe is an Angel;

Our King has all the Indies in his Arms.

And more, and richer, when he ftrains that Lady:
I cannot blame his Confcience.

1 Gen. They that bear

The Cloth of Honour over her, are four Barons
Of the Cinque-Ports.

2 Gen. Those Men are happy,

And fo are all, are near her.

I take it, she that carries up the Train,

Is that old noble Lady, the Dutchefs of Norfolk. 1 Gen. It is, and all the reft are Counteffes.

2 Gen. Their Coronets fay fo. These are Stars indeed, And fometimes falling ones.

1 Gen. No more of that.

Enter a third Gentleman.

God fave you Sir. Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the Croud i'th' Abby, where a Finger Could not be wedg'd in more; I am stifled

With the meer Rankness of their Joy.

2 Gen. You faw the Ceremony?

3 Gen. I did.

I Gen. How was it?

3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.

2 Gen. Good Sir, fpeak 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 Quire, fell off

A diftance from her; while her Grace fate down
To reft a while, fome half an hour, or fo,
In a rich Chair of State, oppofing freely
The Beauty of her Perfon to the People.
Believe me, Sir, fhe is the goodlieft Woman
That ever lay by Man; which when the People
Had the full View of, fuch a noise arose,
As the fhrowds 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 lofe, 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 Press
And make 'em reel before 'em. No Man living
Could fay, this is my Wife there, all were woven
So ftrangely in one piece.

2 Gen. But what follow'd?

3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modeft Paces
Came to the Altar, where the kneel'd, and Saint-like
Caft her fair Eyes to Heav'n, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rofe again, and bow'd her to the People:
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury,

She 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 Quire
With all the choiceft Mufick of the Kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So the parted,
And with the fame full State pac'd back again
To York-Place, where the Feast is held.
I Gen. Sir,

You must no more call it York-Place, that's past.
For fince the Cardinal fell, that Title's loft,
Tis now the King's, and call'd Whitehall.

3 Gen. I know it:

But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old Name
Is fresh about me.

2 Gen. What two Reverend Bishops

Were thofe, that went on each fide of the Queen?

3 Gen. Stokely and Gardiner, the one of Winchester, Newly preferr'd from the King's Secretary:

The other, London.

2 Gen. He of Winchester

Is held no great good Lover of the Archbishop,
The virtuous Cranmer.

3 Gen. All the Land knows that:

However yet there is no great breach, when it comes,
Cranmer will find a Friend will not fhrink from him.
2 Gen. Who may be that, I pray you?

3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell,

A Man in much efteem with th' King, and truly
A worthy Friend. The King has made him

R 4

Mafter

Mafter o'th' Jewel House,

And one already of the Privy-Council. 2 Gent. He will deferve more.

3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, Gentlemen, you fhall go my way, Which is to th'Court, and there fhall be ye Something I can command; as I walk thither I'll tell ye more.

Both. You may command us, Sir.

SCENE

II.

my

Guefts:

[Exeunt.

Enter Katharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith her Gentleman-Ufher, and Patience her Woman.

Grif. How does your Grace?

Kath. O Griffith, fick to death:

My Legs like loaded Branches bow to Earth,
Willing to leave their Burthen: Reach a Chair-
So- now methinks I feel a little eafe.
[Sitting down.
Didft thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou lead'ft me,
That the great Child of Honour, Cardinal Wolfey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think your Grace,
Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to't.
Kath. Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd.
If well, he ftept before me happily,

For my Example.

Grif. Well, the Voice goes, Madam;
For after the ftout Earl of Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward
As a Man forely tainted, to his Answer,
He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill
He could not fit his Mule.

Kath. Alas, poor Man.

Grif. At laft, with eafie Roads he came to Leicester,
Lodg'd in the Abby; where the reverend Abbot,
With all his Convent, honourably receiv'd him;
To whom he gave thefe Words. O Father Abbot,
An old Man broken with the Storms of State,
Is come to lay his weary Bones among ye;
Give him a little Earth for Charity.

So

So went to Bed; where eagerly his Sickness
Purfu'd him ftill, and three Nights after this,
About the hour of eight, which he himself
Foretold fhould be his laft, full of Repentance,
Continual Meditations, Tears and Sorrows,
He gave his Honours to the World again,
His bleffed part to Heaven, and flept in Peace.
Kath. So may he reft,

His faults lay bury'd with him.

Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with Charity; he was a Man

Of an unbounded Stomach, ever ranking
Himself with Princes. One that by Suggestion
Ty'd all the Kingdom; Simony was fair play,
His own Opinion was his Law. I'th' Prefence
He would fay Untruths, and be ever double
Both in his Words and Meaning. He was never,
But where he meant to Ruin, pitiful.

His Promises were, as he then was, Mighty;
But his Performance, as he now is, Nothing;
Of his own Body he was ill, and gave
The Clergy ill Example.

Grif. Noble Madam,

Mens evil Manners live in Brafs, their Virtues
We write in Water. May it pleafe your Highness
To hear me speak his Good now?

Kath. Yes, good Griffith,

I were malicious elfe.

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 wife, fair fpoken, and perfuading?
Lofty and four to them that lov'd him not;
But to those Men that fought him, fweet as Summer.
And though he were unfatisfied in getting,
Which was a Sin, yet in bestowing, Madam,
He was moft Princely; ever witnefs for him
Those twins of Learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipfwich and Oxford; one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to out-live the good that did it.

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