And more, and richer, when he strains that lady; 1 Gent. They, that bear The cloth of honour over her, are four barons Of the Cinque-ports. 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are near her. I take it, she, that carries up the train, Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. deed; And, sometimes, falling ones. 1 Gent. No more of that. These are stars, in [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of trumpets. Enter a third Gentleman. God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a fin ger Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled With the mere rankness of their joy. 2 Gent. You saw The ceremony? 3 Gent. That I did. 1 Gent. How was it? S Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gent. Good sir, speak it to us. 3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream To rest a while, some half an hour, or so, As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, In the old time of war, would shake the press, 2 Gent. But, 'pray, what follow'd? s Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saint-like, When by the archbishop of Canterbury As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems 1 Gent. Sir, you Must no more call it York-place, that is past: But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops Were those, that went on each side of the queen? 3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) The other, London. 2 Gent. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, 3 Gent. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when it comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him. 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the king, and truly A worthy friend.—The king Has made him master o'the jewel-house, And one, already, of the privy-council. 2 Gent. He will deserve more. 3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which ye more. Both. You may command us, sir. VOL. IX. P [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Kimbolton. Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH and PATIENCE. Grif. How does your grace? Kath O, Griffith, sick to death: My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died: If well, he stepp'd before me, happily, For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : For after the stout earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill, He could not sit his mule. Kuth. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these 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 went to bed: where eagerly his sickness Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this, He gave his honours to the world again, Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues Kath. Yes, good Griffith; I were malicious else. Grif. This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly |