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My studied purposes requite, which went
Beyond all man's endeavours. My endeavours
Have ever come too short of my desires,
Yet fil'd with my abilities. Mine own ends
Have been mine so that evermore they pointed
To the good of your most sacred person and
The profit of the state. For your great graces
Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks,
My prayers to heaven for you, my loyalty,
Which ever has and ever shall be growing,
Till death, that winter, kill it.

King.

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Fairly answer'd.

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A loyal and obedient subject is
Therein illustrated. The honour of it
Does pay the act of it, as i' the contrary,
The foulness is the punishment. I presume
That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you,
My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour,

paper;

I fear, the story of his anger. 'Tis so!
This paper has undone me. 'Tis the account 210
Of all that world of wealth I have drawn to-
gether

For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the popedom

And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence,
Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil
Made me put this main secret in the packet 215
I sent the King? Is there no way to cure this?
No new device to beat this from his brains?
I know 't will stir him strongly; yet I know
A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune
Will bring me off again. What's this? "To
the Pope!'

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The letter, as I live, with all the business
I writ to 's Holiness. Nay then, farewell!
I have touch'd the highest point of all my great-

Re-enter to Wolsey, the DUKES OF NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, the EARL OF SURREY, and the LORD CHAMBERLAIN.

Nor. Hear the King's pleasure, Cardinal! who commands you

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To render up the great seal presently
Into our hands; and to confine yourself
To Asher House, my Lord of Winchester's,
Till you hear further from his Highness.
Wol.
Stay!
Where's your commission, lords? Words can-
not carry
Authority so weighty.

Suf.
Who dare cross 'em,
Bearing the King's will from his mouth ex-
pressly?

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Wol. Till I find more than will or words to do it,

I mean your malice, know, officious lords,
I dare and must deny it. Now I feel

Of what coarse metal ye are moulded, envy.
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,
As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton
Ye appear in everything may bring my ruin!

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me,

Weary and old with service, to the mercy

Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye! 365 I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!

There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
More pangs and fears than wars or women
have;

And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.

Enter CROMWELL, standing amazed.

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Lord Chancellor in your place.
Wol.
That's somewhat sudden;
But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his Highness' favour, and do justice
For truth's sake and his conscience; that his
bones,

When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings,

May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on
'em!
What more?
Crom.

That Cranmer is return'd with

welcome,

Install'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury. Wol. That's news indeed.

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Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in secrecy long married, This day was view'd in open as his queen, Going to chapel; and the voice is now Only about her coronation.

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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 lost for ever.
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, 410
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Crom-
well!

I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now
To be thy lord and master. Seek the King!
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told

him

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What and how true thou art. He will advance thee;

Some little memory of me will stir him

I know his noble nature- not to let

Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell,

Neglect him not; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety.

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Crom. O my lord, Must I, then, leave you? Must I needs forgo So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. The King shall have my service; but my pray

ers

For ever and for ever shall be yours.

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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. 430 Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me,

Cromwell;

And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no men-

tion

By custom of the coronation.
The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
To be High Steward; next, the Duke of Nor
folk,

He to be Earl Marshal. You may read the rest. 2. Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those customs,

I should have been beholding to your paper. But, I beseech you, what's become of Katherine,

The Princess Dowager? How goes her business?

1. 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.

5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace.

Then

Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head he wore a gilt copper crown.

6. Marquess 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.

7. 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. 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 side 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.

Exeunt, first passing over the stage in order and state, and then a great flourish of trumpets.

2. Gent. A royal train, believe me. These I

Of lords and ladies, having brought the Queen To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off

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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

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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;

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Then rose 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 Confessor's crown,
The rod, and bird of peace, and all such em-
blems

Laid nobly on her; which perform'd, the choir,
With all the choicest music of the kingdom, si
Together sung "Te Deum." So she parted,
And with the same full state pac'd back again
To York Place, where the feast is held.
1. Gent.

Sir, You must no more call it York Place, that's past;

For, since the Cardinal fell, that title 's lost. 'Tis now the King's, and call'd Whitehall. 3. Gent.

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I know it; But 't is so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me.

2. Gent.

What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the

Queen?

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3. Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester,

Newly preferr'd from the King's secretary,
The other, London.

Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Is to the court, and there ye shall be my

SCENE II. [Kimbolton.]

Enter KATHERINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH, her gentleman usher, and PATIENCE, her woman.

Grif. How does your Grace?

Kath.

O Griffith, sick to death!

My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the

earth,