Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, 34 And yet with charity. He was a man His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Grif Noble madam, 40 Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. May it please your High 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, 70 Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; 80 [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. up It is not you I call for. s Saw ye none enter since I slept? Grif. Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel I am not worthy yet to wear. I shall, assuredly. But to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, 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, 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, blessedness of being little; ater honours to his age give him, he died fearing God. ny death I wish no other herald. r of my living actions, onour from corruption, est chronicler as Griffith. ited living, thou hast made me. us truth and modesty, honour. Peace be with him! r me still, and set me lower; o trouble thee. Good Griffith, ans play me that sad note u, whilst I sit meditating harmony I go to. [Sad and solemn musir. sleep. Good wench, let's si her; softly, gentle Patience r, solemnly tripping one after rsonages, clad in white robes. rheads garlands of bays, and on their faces; branches of bays hands. They first congee uni and, at certain changes, the spare garland over her head; rfour make reverent curtsies. at held the garland deliver the next two, who observe the same inges, and holding the garland hich done, they deliver the same st two, who likewise observe the hich, as it were by inspiration. r sleep signs of rejoicing, and nds to heaven: and so in ther carrying the garland with them. į ues. 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 Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition Is, that his noble Grace would have some pity 140 145 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, 151 Gar. The fruit she goes with 21 I pray for heartily, that it may find 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, 35 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 40 Have broken with the King, who hath so far 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. Most heartily to pray for her. 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! 45 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. T |