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To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
But, pray, what follow'd ? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with modest
paces Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saint.
like, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly, Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people: When by the archbishop of Capterbury She had all the royal makings of a queen; As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems, Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, With all the choicest musick of the kingdom, Together subg Te deum. So she parted, And with the same fall state pac'd back again To York.place, where the feast is held.
1 Cent. Must no more call it York-place, that is past: For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; 'Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall. 3 Gent.
I know it;
But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name
What two reverend bishops Were those that went on each side of the queen? 3 Gent. Stokesly and Gardiner; the one, of Win
He of Winchester
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 3 Gent.
Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteenwith 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 Is to the court, and there ye shall be my guests; Something I can command. As I walk thither, I'll tell ye more. Both. You may command us, sir.
Enter Katharine, dowager, sick; led between
Griffith and Patience.
Grif. How does your grace?
0, Griffith, sick to death :
Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace,
Well, the voice goes, madam :
• This scene is above any other part of Shakspeare's tragedies, and perhaps above any scene of any other poet; tender and pathetick, without gods, or furies, or poisons, or precipices; without the help of romantick circumstances, without improbable sallies of poetical lamentation, and without any throes of tumultuous misery.
JOHNSON. # Haply.
Alas! poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads*, he came to Lei..
cester, Lodg'd in the abbey ; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words,- 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, About the hour of eight (which he himself Foretold, sliould be his last), full of repentance, Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows, He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. Kath. So may he rest; his faults lie gently on
Yes, good Griffith;
* By short stages.
1 of the king.
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly
And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
Sad and solemn musick. Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down
quiet, For fear we wake her ;-Softly, gentle Patience.
• Formed for.