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THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.
And the late marriagel made of none effect :
Enter a third Gentleman.
God save you sir! Where have you been broiling? 2 Gent.
Alas, good lady ! 3 Gent. Among the croud i'the abbey; where a [Trumpets.
finger The trumpets sound : stand close, the queen is Could not be wedg’d in more ; and I am stifled coming.
With the mere rankness of their joy.
3 Gent. That I did. A lively flourish of trumpets ; then enter
How was it? 1. Two judges.
3 Gent. Well worth the seeing. 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace be
Good sir, speak it to us. fore him.
3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream 3. Choristers singing.
[Music. of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen 4. Mayor of London, bearing the mace.
Then ||To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his | A distance from her; while her grace sat down head, a gilt copper crown.
To rest a while, some half an hour, or so, 5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on In a rich chair of state, opposing freely
his head a demi-coronal of gold. With The beauty of her person to the people.
Had the full view of, such a noise arose 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coro
As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, net on his head, bearing a long white || As loud, and to as many tunes : hats, cloaks, wand, as high-steward. With him, the (Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces duke of Norfolk, with the rod of mar-Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy shalship, a coronet on his head. Collars || never saw before. Great-bellied women, of ss.
That had not half a week to go, like rams 7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports ; || In the old time of war, would shake the press,
under it, the Queen in her robe; in her and make them reel before them. No man living
But, pray, what follow'd ? 8. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the
paces Queen's train.
Came to the altar; where she kneelid, and, saint9. Certain ladies or countesses, with plain circlets
like, of gold, without flowers.
Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly,
Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people: 2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.—These 1 When by the archbishop of Canterbury know ;
She had all the royal makings of a queen; Who's that, that bears the sceptre ?
As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, 1 Gent.
Marquis Dorset : The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems, And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: And that with all the choicest music of the kingdom, should be
Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, The duke of Suffolk.
And with the same full state pac'd back again 1 Gent.
'Tis the same; high-steward. || To York-place, where the feast is held. 2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?
1 Gent. 1 Gent.
Yes. Must no more call it York-place, that is past : 2 Gent.
Heaven bless thee ! || For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost;
(Looking on the Queen. 'Tis now the king's, and call'd—Whitehall. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.- 3 Gent.
I know it; Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel;
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Our king has all the Indies in his arms,
Is fresh about me. And more, and richer, when he strains that lady: 2 Gent. What two reverend bishops I cannot blame his conscience.
Were those that went on each side of the queen? 1 Gent.
They, that bear 3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Win The cloth of honour over her, are four barons
chester, Of the Cinque-ports.
(Newly preferr'd from the king's secretary,) 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are The other, London. near her.
He of Winchester I take it, she that carries up the train,
Is held no great good lover of the archbishop's, Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. The virtuous Cranmer. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 3 Gent.
All the land knows that: 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, However, yet there's no great breach; when it indeed ;
comes, And, sometimes, falling ones.
Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him. 1 Gcnt.
No more of that. 2 Gent. Who may that be, I pray you? [Exit procession, with a great flourish of 3 Gent.
Thomas Cromwell; trumpets.
A man in much esteem with the king, and truly
A worthy friend. — The king (1) The marriage lately considered as valid. Has made him master o'the jewel-house,
And one, already, of the privy-council.
I were malicious else. 2 Gent. He will deserve more.
This cardinal, 3 Gent.
Yes, without all doubt. Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which
Was fashion'd too much honour. From his cradle, Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests ; He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Something I can command. As I walk thither, Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading : t'll tell ye more.
Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; Both. You may command us, sir. (Exe. But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. SCENE II.4_Kimbolton. Enter Katharine, dow-il(Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam,
And though he were unsatisfied in getting, ager, sick; led between Griffith and Patience.
He was most princely: Ever witness for him Grif. How does your grace?
Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Kath.
8, Griffith, sick to death : Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it; Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;- The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So,-now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
So excellent in art, and still so rising, Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey, His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him; Was dead?
For then, and not till then, he felt himself, Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, And found the blessedness of being little: Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't. And, to add greater honours to his age Kath. Prłythee, good Griffith, tell me how he || Than man could give him, he died, fearing God. died :
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald, If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,2
No other speaker of my living actions, For my example.
To keep mine honour from corruption, Grif.
Well, the voice goes, madam : | But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. For after the stout earl Northumberland
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, Arrested him at York, and brought him forward With thy religious truth, and modesty, (As a man sorely tainted,) to his answer, Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him! He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower: He could not sit his mule.
I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Griffith, Kath.
Alas! poor man! Cause the musicians play me that sad note Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating Leicester,
On that celestial harmony I go to. Lodg’d in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
Sad and solemn music. With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words,- father abbot, Grif. She is aleep: Good wench, let's sit down An old man, broken with the storms of state,
quiet, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ; For fear we wake her;-Softly, gentle Patience. Give him a little earth for charity!
The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness another, six personages, clad in white robes, Pursu'd him still; and three nights after this, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and About the hour of eight (which he himself
golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays, Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance, or palm, in their hands. They first congee unto Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
her, then dance ; and, at certain changes, the He gave his honours to the world agair,
first two hold a spare garland over her head; at His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. which, the other four make reverent courl'sies ;
Kath. So may he rest; his faults liegently on him! then the two that held the garland, deliver the Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, same to the other next two, who observe the same And yet with charity,– He was a man
order in their changes, and holding the garland Of an unbounded stomach, 4 ever ranking
over her head: which done, they deliver the Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion same garland to the last two, who likewise obTy'd all the kingdom : simony was fair play; serve the same oriler : at which (as it were by His own opinion was his law: I'the presences inspiration, she makes in her sleep signs of reHe would say untruths; and be ever double, joicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven : Both in his words and maning: He was never, and so in their dancing they vanish, carrying But where he meant to ruin, pitiful :
the garland with them. The music continues. His promises were, as he then was, mighty; But his performance, as he is now, nothing. Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye Of his own body he was ill, and gave
all gone? The clergy ill example.
And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Noble madam,
Grif. Madam, we are here. Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues Kath.
It is not you I call for : We write in water. May it please your highness || Saw ye none enter, since I slept? To hear me speak his good now?
None, madam. Kath. Yes, good Griffith; Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed
troop (1) This scene is above any other part of Shak-Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces speare's tragedies, and perhaps above any scene Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun ? of any other poet; tender and pathetic, without They promis'd me eternal happiness; gods, or furies, or poisons, or precipices; without the help of romantic circumstances, without im- (2) Haply. (3) By short stages. probable sallies of poetical lamentation, and with- (4) Pride. (5) of the king. out any chroes of tumultuous misery. JOHNSON. (6) Formed for. (7) Ipswich.
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel 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, Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams For virtue, and true beauty of the soul, Possess your fancy.
For honesty, and decent carriage, Kath.
Bid the music leave, A right good husband, let him bei a noble ; They are harsh and heavy to me. [Music ceases. And, sure, those men are happy that shall have Pat.
Do you note,
Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray: And something over to remember me by';
Heaven comfort her! If Heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
And able means, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents:-And, good my lord, Mess. An't like your grace,
By that you love the dearest in this world, Kath.
You are a saucy fellow : || As you wish Christian peace to souls departed, Deserve we no more reverence?
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king Grif.
You are to blame, To do me this last right. Knowing she will not lose her wonted greatness, Cap.
By heaven, I will; To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.
Or let me lose the fashion of a man! Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' pardon; Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying In all humility unto his highness : A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you. Say, his long trouble now is passing Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this out of this world : tell him, in death I bless'd him, fellow
For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell, set me ne'er see again. (Exeunt Grif. and Mess. My lord.—Griffith, farewell.–Nay, Patience, Re-enter Griffith, with Capucius.
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;
Call in more women.—When I am dead, good If my sight fail not,
Wench, lou should be lord ambassador from the emperor, | Let me be us’d with honour; strew me over My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. With maiden flowers, that all the world may know Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me, Kath.
O my lord,|| Then lay me forth : although unqueen'd, yet like The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
since first you knew me. But, I pray you,|| I can no more.- (Exeunt, leading Katharine What is your pleasure with me? Сар.
SCENE I.- A gallery in the palace. Enter And heartily entreats you take good comfort.
Gardiner bishop of Winchester ; a Page with a Kath. Oʻmy good lord, that comfort comes too
torch before him, met by Sir Thomas Lovell. late; 'Tis like a pardon after execution :
Gar. It's one o'clock, boy, is't not? That gentle physic, given in time, had cur'd me; Boy.
It hath struck. But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers. Gar. These should be hours for necessities, How does his highness ?
Not for delights; times to repair our nature Cap.
Madam, in good health. With comforting repose, and not for us
Lov. Came you from the king, my lord? Pat.
No, madam. Gar. I did, sir Thomas; and left him at primerot
(Giving it to Katharine. With the duke of Suffolk. Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver Lov.
I must to him, too, This to my lord the king.
Before he go to bed. I'll take
my leave. Сар.
Most willing, madam. Gar. Not yet, sir Thomas Lovell. What's the Kath. In which I have commended to his good
It seems, you are in haste: an if there be The modell of our chaste loves, his young daugh. No great offence belongs to't, give your friend ter:2
Some touchs of your late business: Affairs, that walk The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her!- || (As, they say, spirits do,) at midnight, have Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding; In them a wilder nature, than the business (She is young, and of a noble modest nature; That seeks despatch by day. I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little
My lord, I love you; To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him, And durst commend a secret to your ear Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition Much weightier than this work. The queen's in Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
labour, Upon my wretched women, that so long, They say, in great extremity; and fear'd,
She'll with the labour end. (1) Image. (2) Afterwards Queen Mary. (3) Even if he should be.
(4) A game at cards.
I wish your highness I pray for heartily ; that it may find
A quiet night, and my good mistress will
Charles, good night.Lov, Methinks, I could
(Exit Suffolk Cry the amen; and yet my conscience says,
Enter Sir Anthony Denny.
Well, sir, what follows?
Den. Sir, I have brought my lord the archbishop,
Ha! Canterbury ? And, let me tell you, it will ne'er be well, - Den. Ay, my good lord. 'Twill not, sir Thomas (ovell, take't of me,- K. Hen. 'Tis true : Where is he, Denny? Till Cranmer, Cromwel', her two hands, and she, Den. He attends your highness' pleasure. Sleep in their graves.
Bring him to us. Lov. Now, sir, you speak of two
(Erit Denny. The most remark'd i'the kingdom. As for Crom- Lov. This is about that which the bishop spake; well,I am happily come hither.
Aside Beside that of the jewel-house, he's made master
Re-enter Denny, with Cranmer.
Avoid the gallery. With which the time will load him: The archbishop
(Lovell seems to stay. Is the king's hand, and tongue ; And who dare Ha! I have said.—Be gone. speak
(Ereunt Lovell and Denny: One syllable against him?
Cran. I am fearful : Wherefore frowns he thus? Gar.
Yes, yes, sir Thomas, || 'Tis his aspect of terror. All's not well. There are that dare; and I myself have ventur'd K. Hen. How now, my lord ? You do desire to To speak my mind of him: and, indeed, this day,
know Sir (I may tell it you,) I think, I have
Wherefore I sent for you. Incens'di the lords o'the council, that he is
It is my duty, (For so I know he is, they know he is,)
To attend your highness' pleasure. A most arch heretic, a pestilence
'Pray you, arise, That does infect the land: with which they moved, | My good and gracious lord of Canterbury. Have broken? with the king; who hath so far Come, you and I must walk a turn together; Given ear to our complaint (of his great grace
I have news to tell you : Come, come, give me And princely care; foreseeing those fell mischiefs Our reasons laid before him) he hath commanded,| Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak, To-morrow morning to the council-board And am right 'sorry to repeat what follows: He be convented.3 He's a rank weed, sir Thomas, I have, and most unwillingly, of late And we must root him out. From your affairs Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord, I binder you too long : good night, sir Thomas. Grievous complaints of you; which, being conLov. Many good nights, my lord; I rest your sider'd, servant. (Exeunt Gardiner and Page. Have mor'd us and our council, that you shall
This morning come before us; where, I know, As Lovell is going out, enter the King, and the You cannot with such freedom purge yourself, Duke of Sutfolk.
But that, till further trial, in those charges K. Hen. Charles, I will play no more to-night;// Which will require your answer, you must take My mind's not on't, you are too hard for me. Your patience to you, and be well contented
Suf. Sir, I did never win of you before. To make your house our Tower: You a brother
I humbly thank your highness;
chaff In the greatest humbleness, and desir’d your high-|| And corn shall fly asunder: for, I know,
There's none stands under more calumnious tongues, Most heartily to pray for her.
Than I myself, poor man. K. Hen.
What say'st thou ? ha! K. Hen. Stand up, good Canterbury ; To pray for her? what, is she crying out? Thy truth, and thy integrity, is rooted Lov. So said her woman; and that her suffer- || In us, thy friend : Give me thy hand, stand up; ance made
Prythee, let's walk. Now, by my holy-dame, Almost each pang a death.
What manner of man are you? My lord, I look'd K. Hen,
Alas, good lady! You would have given me your petition, that Suf. God safely quit her of her burden, and I should have ta’en some pains to bring together With gentle travail, to the gladding of
Yourself and your accusers; and to have heard you Your highness with an heir!
Without indurance, further. K. Hen. 'Tis midnight, Charles, Cran.
Most dread liege, Pr'ythee, to bed; and in thy prayers remember The good I stand on is my truth, and honesty ; The estate of my poor queen. Leave me alone ; If they shall fail, I, with mine enemies, For I must think of that, which company Will triumph o'er my person; which I weighs not, Will not be friendly to.
(3) Summoned. (4) One of the council. (1) Set on. (2) Told their minds.
Being of those virtues vacant. I fear nothing ||SCENE II.-Lobby before the council-chamber. What can be said against me.
Enter Cranmer; Servants, Door-keepers, 4-c. K. Hen.
Know you not how attending
Cran. I hope, I am not too late ; and yet the Are many, and not small; their practices
That was sent to me from the council, pray'd me Must bear the same proportion : and not ever!
To make great haste. All fast? what means The justice and the truth o'the question carries
this ?-Hoa! The due o'the verdict with it: At what ease
Who waits there?-Sure, you know me? Might corrupt minds procure knaves as corrupt
D. Keep. To swear against you? such things have been done. But yet I cannot help you.
Yes, my lord; You are potently oppos'd; and with a malice
Cran. Of as great size. Weenyou of better luck,
D. Keep. Your grace must wait, till you be call'd I mean, in perjur'd witness, than your master,
for. Whose minister you are, whiles here he liv'd Upon this naughty earth? Go to, go to;
Enter Doctor Butts. .
Butts. This is a piece of malıce. I am glad, Protect mine innocence, or I fall into
Sball understand it presently. (Erit Butts. The trap is laid for me!
Cran. ( Aside.)
'Tis Butts, K. Hen. Be of good cheer;
The king's physician; As he past along, They shall no more prevail, than we give way to. How earnestly he cast his eyes upon me! Keep comfort to you; and this morning see You do appear before them; if they shall chance, Pray heaven, he sound not my disgrace! For
certain, In charging you with matters, to commit you,
This is of purpose laid, by some that hate me, The best persuasions to the contrary
(God turn their bearts! I never sought their malice,). Fail not to use, and with what vebemency
Toquench mine honour: they would shame to make
Wait else at door; a fellow-counsellor,
Among boys, grooms, and lackeys. But their pleaweeps!
Must be fulfill'd, and I attend with patience.
Enter at a window above, the King and Butts.
Butts. I'll show your grace the strangest sight, --
What's that, Butts ?
Butts. I think, your highness saw this many a day.
There, my lord:
The high promotion of his grace of Canterbury; Gent. (Within.] Come back; What mean you ? || Who holds his state at door, ʼmongst pursuivants. Lady. I'll not come back: the tidings that I || Pages, and footboys. bring
Ha! 'Tis he, indeed : Will make my boldness manners.-- - Now, good Is this the honour they do one another? angels
'Tis well, there's one above them yet. I had thought, Fly o'er thy royal head, and shade thy person They had parted so much honesty among them, Under their blessed wings!
(At least, good manners,) as not thus to suffer K. Hen.
Now, by thy looks A man of his place, and so near our favour, I guess thy message. Is the
deliver'd? To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures, Say, ay; and of a boy.
And at the door too, like a post with packets.
Ay, ay, my liege; By holy Mary, Butts, there's knavery:
We shall hear more anon.
(Ereunt. Promises boys hereafter. Sir, your queen
Enter the Lord Chancellor, the Duke of Suffolk, As cherry is to cherry.
Earl of Surrey, Lord Chamberlain, Gardiner, K. Hen. Lovell,
and Cromwell. The Chancellor places himself
at the upper end of the table on the left hand; a Enter Lovell.
sent being left void above him, as for the Arch. Lov.
bishop of Canterbury. The rest seat themselves K. Hen. Give her a hundred marks. I'll to
in order on each side. Cromwell at the lower (Exit King
end, as secretary. Lady. A hundred marks! By this light, I'll Chan. Speak to the business, master secretary : have more.
Why are we met in council ? An ordinary groom is for such payment.
Please your honours, I will have more, or scold it out of him.
The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury. Said I for this, the girl is like to him?
Gar. Has he had knowledge of it' I will have more, or else unsay't; and now
Yes. While it is hot, I'll put it to the issue. (Exeunt. Nor.
Who waits there!
D. Keep. Without, my noble lords ? (1) Always. (2) Think.