Been loofe, this day they had been loft. Such joy 2 Gen. But, pray, what follow'd? 3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modest paces Came to the altar, where fhe kneel'd; and, faint-like, The rod, and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems 1 Gen. You must no more call it York-Place, that's paft. For fince the Cardinal fell, that title's loft, 'Tis now the King's, and call'd Whitehall. But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old name 2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were thofe, that went on each side of the Queen ? 3 Gen. Stokely and Gardiner; the one of Winchester,Newly preferr'd from the King's Secretary: The other, London. 2 Gen. He of Winchefter Is held no great good lover of th' Archbishop, 3 Gen. All the land knows that : However, yet there's no great breach; when't comes, Cranmer will find a friend will not fhrink from him. 2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you ? 3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell, A man in much efteem with th' King, and, truly, And one, already, of the privy-council. 3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, you fhall go my way, Which is to th' Court, and there shall be my guests: I'll tell ye more. T Both. You may command us, Sir. SCENE II. Changes to Kimbolton. [Exeunt. Enter Catharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith her gentleman ufher, and Patience her woman. Grif. W does your Grace? How Cath. O Griffith, fick to death: My legs, like loaded branches, bow to th' earth, Willing to leave their burthen: reach a chairnow, methinks, I feel a little ease. So [Sitting down Didft thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'ft me, That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolfey, Was dead? Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think, your Grace, Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to't. Cath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd. If well, he stept before me happily, For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam. For after the ftout Earl of Northumberland Arrefted him at York, and brought him forward (As a man forely tainted) to his answer,. He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill He could not fit his mule. Cath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with eafie roads he came to Leicester; Lodg'd Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the rev'rend Abbot, With all his Convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words, O father Abbot, 'An old man, broken with the ftorms 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 fickness Purfu'd him still, and three nights after this, About the hour of eight, (which he himself Foretold, should be his laft) full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears and forrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His bleffed part to heav'n, and slept in peace. Cath. "So may he reft, his faults lie gently on him! "Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, "And yet with charity; he was a man "Of an unbounded ftomach, ever ranking "His promises were, as he then was, mighty; 2 Of his own body he was ill, and gave "The clergy ill example." Grif. Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass, their virtues I Loom One, that by fuggeftion Ty'd all the kingdom;] i. e. by giving the King pernicious counfel, he ty'd or enflaved the kingdom. He ufes the word here with great propriety, and feeming knowledge of the Latin tongue. For the late Roman writers, and their gloffers, agree to give this fenfe to it: SUGGESTIO eft cum magiftratus quilibet principi falubre confilium fuggerit. So that nothing could be feverer than this reflexion, that that wholfom counfel, which it is the minifter's duty to give his prince, was fo empoifoned by him, as to produce flavery to his country. Yet all this fine fenfe vanifhes inftantaneously before the touch of the Oxford Editor, by his happy thought of changing Ty'd into Tytb'd. 2 Of bis own body he was ill,-] i. e. he abused his body by intemperance and luxury. We We write in water. May it please your Highness I were malicious elfe. Grif. This Cardinal, Though from an humble ftock, undoubtedly Now in his afhes honour. Peace be with him! Sad and folemn mufick. Grif. She is afleep: good wench, let's fit down quiet, For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience. The The vifion. Enter folemnly one after another, fix perfo nages, 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 firft 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 reverend curtfies. Then the two, that held the garland, deliver the fame to the other next two; who obferve the fame order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: Which done, they deliver the fame garland to the last two, who likewife obferve the fame order: (At which, as it were by infpiration, she makes in her fleep figns of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven.) And fo in their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. The mufick continues. Cath. Spirits of peace; where are ye? are ye gone ? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif Madam, we're here. Cath. It is not you I call for ; Saw ye none enter, fince I slept ? Cath. No faw you not ev'n now a blessed troop And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel Cath. Bid the mufick leave, 'Tis harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note, [Mufick ceafes. How much her Grace is alter'd on the fudden? How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks, Enter |