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Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,

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And yet with charity. He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking
Himself with princes; one that, by suggestion,
Tied all the kingdom. Simony was fair-play;
His own opinion was his law; i' the presence
He would say 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 is now, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.

Grif

Noble madam,

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Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. May it please your High

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But to those men that sought him, sweet as

summer.

And though he were unsatisfied in getting, "5 Which was a sin, yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: ever witness for him Those twins of learning that he rais'd in you, Ipswich and Oxford! one of which fell with him,

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Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little;
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour. Peace be with him!
Patience, be near me still, and set me lower;
I have not long to trouble thee. Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

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[Sad and solemn music. Grif. She is asleep. Good wench, let's sit

down quiet,

For fear we wake her; softly, gentle Patience. The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays or palm in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which the other four make reverent curtsies. Then the two that held the garland deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head; which done, they deliver the same garland to the last two, who likewise observe the same order; at which, as it were by inspiration, she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues.

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It is not you I call for. s Saw ye none enter since I slept?

Grif.
None, madam.
Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed
troop

Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
They promis'd me eternal happiness,

And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I

feel

I am not worthy yet to wear. I shall, assuredly.

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The model of our chaste loves, his young daughter;

The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on

her!

Beseeching him to give her virtuous breeding,

She is young, and of a noble modest nature, 135
I hope she will deserve well, and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd
him,

Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition

Is, that his noble Grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long
Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully;
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
And now I should not lie, but will deserve,
For virtue and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty and decent carriage,

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A right good husband; let him be a noble; And, sure, those men are happy that shall have 'em.

The last is, for my men, they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw 'em from me-
That they may have their wages duly paid 'em,
And something over to remember me by.
If Heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer
life

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Gar.

The fruit she goes with

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I pray for heartily, that it may find
Good time, and live; but for the stock, Sir
Thomas,

I wish it grubb'd up now.

Lov. Methinks I could Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says She's a good creature, and, sweet lady, does 25 Deserve our better wishes.

Gar. But, sir, sir, Hear me, Sir Thomas. You're a gentleman Of mine own way; I know you wise, religious; And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, "T will not, Sir Thomas Lovell, take 't of me, 30 Till Cranmer, Cromwell, her two hands, and

she, Sleep in their graves.

Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two The most remark'd i' the kingdom. As for Cromwell,

Beside that of the jewel house, is made master O' the rolls, and the King's secretary; further,

sir,

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Stands in the gap and trade of moe preferments, With which the time will load him. The Arch

bishop speak

Is the King's hand and tongue; and who dare

One syllable against him?

Gar.

Yes, yes, Sir Thomas,

There are that dare; and I myself have ven

tur'd

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Have broken with the King, who hath so far
Given ear to our complaint, of his great grace
And princely care forseeing those fell mischiefs
Our reasons laid before him, hath commanded
To-morrow morning to the council-board
He be convented. He's a rank weed, Sir
Thomas,

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And we must root him out. From your affairs I hinder you too long. Good-night, Sir Thomas. Lov. Many good-nights, my lord! I rest your servant. [Exeunt Gardiner and Page,

Enter the KING and SUFFOLK.

King. Charles, I will play no more to-night. My mind 's not on 't; you are too hard for me. Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. King. But little, Charles;

Nor shall not, when my fancy's on my play.
Now, Lovell, from the Queen what is the news?
Lov. I could not personally deliver to her
What you commanded me, but by her woman
I sent your message; who return'd her thanks
In the great'st humbleness, and desir'd your
Highness

Most heartily to pray for her.
King.
What say'st thou, ha?
To pray for her? What, is she crying out?
Lov. So said her woman; and that her suf-

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bishop spake.

I am happily come hither.

Re-enter DENNY, with CRANMER.

King. Avoid the gallery. (Lovell seems to stay.) Ha! I have said. Be gone.

What!

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That does infect the land; with which they

moved

[Exeunt Lovell and Denny.

Cran. [Aside.] I am fearful; wherefore frowns he thus?

'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well.

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