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 called White Hall. 3 Gent. I know it; But 't is so lately altered, that the old name Is fresh about me. 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 preferred from the King's Secretary; 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 of the jewel-house, 3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which As I walk thither, 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, Willing to leave their burden: reach a chair :— So, now, methinks, I feel a little ease. Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou ledd'st me, That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey, Was dead? Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Out of the pain you suffered, gave no ear to 't Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died : If well, he stepped 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 Kath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester; Lodged in the Abbey, where the reverend Abbot, So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness Kath. So may he rest: his faults lie gently on him! Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking His promises were, as he then was, mighty; The clergy ill example. Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water. May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now? Kath. I were malicious else. Grif. Yes, good Griffith; This Cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Lofty and sour to them that loved him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And though he were unsatisfied in getting,- But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, Now in his ashes honour. Peace be with him !-- |