Sur.

I'll hang my head, and perisb.

Nor.

Believe it, this is true :
Wol.

If your grace In the divorce, his contrary proceedings
Could but be brought to know, our ends are honest, Are all unfolded; wherein he appears,
You'd feel more comfort: why should we, good lady, As I could wish mine enemy.
Upon what cause, wrong you ? alas! our places, Sur.

How came
The way of our profession is against it;

His practices to light? We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow them

Suf.

Most strangely. For goodness' sake, consider what you do;

Sur.

O, how, how ? How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly

Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried,
Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage. And came to the eye o' the king : wherein was read,
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,

How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness
So much they love it ; but, to stubborn spirits, To stay the judgment o' the divorce; For if
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms. It did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive
I know, you have a gentle, noble temper,

My king is tangled in affection to
A soul as even as a calm; Pray, think us,

A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.
Those we profess, peace-makers, friends, and servants. Sur. Has the king this ?
Cam. Madam, you'll find it so.

You wrong your
Suf.

Believe it.
virtues

Will this work ? With these weak women's fears. A noble spirit, Cham. The king in this perceives him, how ho As yours was put into you, ever casts (you ;

coasts, Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves And hedges, his own ay:

But in this point Beware you lose it not: For us, if you please All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick To trust us in your business, we are ready

After his patient's death; the king already To use our utmost studies in your service.

Hath married the fair lady. Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: And, pray, Sur.

'Would he had ! forgive me,

Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord If I have used myself unma mannerly;

For, I profess, you have it. You know, I am a woman, lacking wit

Sur.

Now all my joy To make a seemly answer to such persons.

Trace the conjunction ! Pray, do my service to his majesty :

Suf.

My amen to't !
He has my heart yet; and shall have my prayers, Nor.

All men's.
While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers, Suf. There's order given for her coronation :
Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs, Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left
That little thought, when she set footing here, To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,
She should have bought her diguities so dear. She is a gallant creature, and complete

(Exeunt. In mind and feature : I persuade me, from her

Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall SCENE II.-Ante-chamber to the King's Apart- In it be memoriz'd.

Sur.

But, will the king Enter the Duke of Norfolk, the Duke of SUFFOLK, The Lord forbid !

Digest this letter of the cardinal's ? the EARL OF SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain.

Nor.

Marry, amen!
Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints
And force them with a constancy, the cardinal There be more wasps that buzz about his nose,
Cannot stand under them: If you omit

Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campcius
The offer of this time, I cannot promise,

Is stolen away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave; But that you shall sustain more new disgraces, Has left the cause o' the king uphandled; and With these you bear already.

Is posted, as the agent of our cardinal, Sur.

I am joyful To second all his plot. I do assure you, To meet the least occasion, that may give me The king cry'd, Ha! at this. Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke,

Cham.

Now, God incense him,
To be reveng'd on him.

And let him cry, Ha, louder !
Suf.
Which of the peers,

Nor.

But, my lord,
Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least When returns Cranmer?
Strangely neglected? when did he regard

Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions; which
The stamp of nobleness in any person,

Have satisfied the king for his divorce,
Out of himself ?

Together with all famous colleges
Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures : Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe,
What he deserves of you and me, I know;

His second marriage shall be publish'd, and
What we can do to him, (though now the time Her coronation. Katharine no more
Gives way to us,) I much fear. If you cannot Shall be call'd, queen; but princess dowager,
Bar his access to the king, never attempt

And widow to prince Arthur.
Any thing on him; for he hath a witchcraft

Nor.

This same Cranmer s Over the king in his tongue.

A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain Nor.

O, fear him not; In the king's business. His spell in that is out: the king hath found

Suf.

He has; and we shall see him Matter against him, that for ever mars

For it, an archbishop. The honey of his language. No, he's settled: Nor,

So I hear. Not to come off, in his displeasure.

Suf.

'Tis so. Sur.

Sir,

The cardinal I should be glad to hear such news as this

Enter WOLSEY and CRCMWELL. Once every hour.

Nor. Observe, observe-he's moody

ment.

Suf.

No, no;

Wol. The packet, Cromwell, gave it you the king? And fix'd on spiritual object, be should still
Crom. To his own band, in his bedchamber. Dwell in his musings: but, I am afraid,
Wol. Look'd he o'the inside of the papers ? His thinkings are below the moon, not worth
Crom.

Presently His serious considering.
He did unseal them: and the first he view'd,

[He takes his seat, and whispers Lovell, who He did it with a serious mind; a heed

goes to Wolsey, Was in his countenance : You, he bade

Wol.

Heaven forgive me! Attend him here this morning.

Ever God bless your highness !
Wol.

Is he ready
K. Hen.

Good my lord, To come abroad ?

You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory Crom. I think, by this he is.

Of your best graces in your mind; the which
Wol. Leave me a while, (Exit CROMWELL. You were now running o'er; you have scarce time
It shall be to the duchess of Alençon,

To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span
The French king's sister : he shall marry her.- To keep your earthly audit: Sure, in that
Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him: I deem you an ill husband : and am glad
There is more in it than fair visage.—Bullen! To have you therein my companion.
No, we'll do Bullens.-Speedily I wish (broke! Wol.

Sir,
To hear from Rome.-The marchioness of Pem- For holy offices I have a time; a time
Nor. He's discontented.

To think upon the part of business which Suf.

May be, he hears the king I bear i' the state ; and nature does require Does whet his anger to him.

Her times of preservation, which, perforce, Sur.

Sharp enough, 1, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal, Lord, for thy justice !

(daughter, Must give my tendance to. Wol. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's K. Hen.

You have said well. To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen! Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together This candle burns pot clear; 'tis I must snuff it; As I will lend you cause, my doing well Then out it goes.- What though I know her vir- With my well.saying! tuous,

K. Hen.

'Tis well said again; And well deserving? yet I know her for

And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well

: A spieeny Lutheran ; and not wholesome to And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you : Our cause, that she should lie i’ the bosom of He said, he did; and with his deed did crown Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is sprung up His word upon you. Since I had my office, An heretick, ac arch one, Cranmer; one

I have kept you next my heart; have not alone Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,

Employ'd you where high profits might come home, And is his oracle.

But par'd my present havings, to bestow Nor.

He is vex'd at something: My bounties upon you. Suf. I would, 'twere something that would fret Wol.

What should this mean? the string,

Sur. The Lord increase this business! (Aside. The master-cord of his heart !

K. Hen.

Have I not made you Enter the King, reading a schedule ; and Lovell. The prime man of the state ? I pray you, tell me,

If what I now pronounce, you have found true : Suf.

The king, the king. And, if you may confess it, say withal, K. Hen. What piles of wealth hath he accumu. If you are bound to us, or no. What say you ? lated

Wol. My sovereign, I confess, your royal graces,
To his own portion! and whai expense by the hour Shower'd on me daily, have been more, than could
Seems to How from him! How, i' the name of thrift, My studied purposes requite; which went
Dces he rake this together ?-Now, my lords ; Beyond all men's endeavours :-my endeavours
Saw you the cardinal ?

Have ever come too short of my desires,
Nor.
My lord, we have

Yet filed with my abilities : Mine own ends Stood here observing him: Some strange commotion Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed Is in his brain : he bites his lip, and starts; To the good of your most sacred person, and Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,

The profit of the state. For your great graces Then, lays his finger on his temple; straight, Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I Springs out into fast gait; then, stops again, Can nothing render but allegiant thanks; Strikes his breast hard; and anon, he casts

My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty,
His eye against the moon : in most strange postures which ever has, and ever shall be growing,
We have seen him set himself.

Till death, that winter, kill it.
K. Hen.
It may well be; K. Hen.

Fairly answer'd;
There is a mutiny in his mind. This morning A loyal and obedient subject is
Papers of state he sent me to peruse,

Therein illustrated : The honour of it As I requir'd: And, wot you what I found

Does pay the act of it; as, i’ the contrary, There? on my conscience, put unwittingly! The foulness is the punishment. I presume Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,

That, as my hand has open’d bounty to you, (more The several parcels of his plate, his treasure, My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd' honour Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household ; which On you, than any ;-so your hand and heart, I find at such proud rate, that it out-speaks Your brain, and every function of your power, Possession of a subject.

Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, Nor. It's beaven's will;

As 'twere in love's particular, be more Bome spirit put this paper in the packet

To me, your friend, than any. To bless your eye withal.

Wol.

I do profess, K. Hen.

If we did think That for your highness' good I ever labour'd His contemplation were above the earth,

More than mine own--that am, have, and will be.

Though all the world should crack their duty to you, Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest.
And throw it from their soul; though perils did

Wol.

Proud lord, thou liest Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and within these forty hours Surrey durst better Appear in forms more horrid ; yet my duty, Have burnt that tongue, than said so. As doth a rock against the chiding food,

Sur.

Thy ambition, Should the approach of this wild river break, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land And stand unshaken yours.

Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law K. Hen.

'Tis nobly spoken: The heads of all thy brother cardinals, Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,

(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together,) For you have seen him open't.-Read o'er this · Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy!

[Giving him papers. You sent me deputy for Ireland; And, after, this : and then to breakfast, with Far from his succour, from the king, from all What appetite you havé.

That might have mercy on the fault thou gav'st him; (Erit King, frowning upon CARDINAL WOLSEY: Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,

the Nobles throng after him, smiling, and whis- Absolv'd him with an axe. pering.

Wol.

This, and all else Wol.

What should this mean? This talking lord can lay upon my credit,
What sudden anger's this ? how have I reap'd it? I answer, is most false. The duke by law
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin

Found his deserts : how innocent I was
Leap'd from his eyes : So looks the chafed lion From any private malice in his end,
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him; His noble jury and foul cause can witness.
Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper : If I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you,
I fear the story of his anger.—'Tis so;

You have as little honesty as honour;
This paper has undone me :—'Tis the account That I, in the way of loyalty and truth
Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together Toward the king, my ever royal master,
For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the popedom, Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be,
And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence, And all that love his follies.
Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil

Sur.

By my soul, (feel
Made me put this main secret in the packet Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou should'st
I sent the king! Is there no way to cure this ? My sword i' the life-blood of thee else.—My lords,
No new device to beat this from his brains ? Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?
I know, 'twill stir bim strongly; Yet I know And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely,
A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune

To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
Will bring me off again. What's this-- To the Pope ? Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,
The letter, as I live, with all the business

And dare us with his cap, like larks.
I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell!

Wol.

All goodness I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness: Is poison to thy stomach. And, from that full meridian of my glory,

Sur.

Yes, that goodness I haste now to my setting. I shall fall

Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Like a bright exhalation in the evening,

Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; And no man see me more.

The goodness of your intercepted packets, (ness, Re-enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suppork, the Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.

You writ to the pope, against the king : your good. EARL OF SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain.

My lord of Norfolk, as you are truly poble, Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who As you respect the common good, the state commands you

Of our despis'd nobility, our issues, To render up the great seal presently

Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,Into our hands; and to confine yourself

Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles To Asher-house, my lord of Winchester's,

Collected from his life:--I'll startle you Till you hear further from his highness.

Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench Wol.

Stay, Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. (man, Where's your commission, lords ? words cannot carry Wol

. How much, methinks, I could despise this Authority so weighty.

But that I am bound in charity against it ! (hand : Suf. Who dare cross them,

Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly ? But, thus much, they are foul ones. Wol. Till I find more than will, or words, to do it, Wol.

So much fairer, (I mean, your malice,) know, officious lords, And spotless, shall mine innocence arise, I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel

When the king knows my truth. Of what coarse metal ye are moulded, -envy

Sur.

This cannot save you: How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,

I thank my memory, I yet remember As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton Some of these articles, and out they shall. Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin ! Now, if you can blush, and cry guilty, cardinal, Follow your envious courses, men of malice; You'll show a little honesty. You have christian warrant for them, and, no doubt, Wol.

Speak on, sir; In time will find their fit rewards. That seal, I dare your worst objections: if I blush, You ask with such a violence, the king

It is to see a nobleman want manners. (Mine, and your master,) with his own hand gave me : Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours, First, that, without the king's assent or knowledge, During my life, and, to confirm his goodness, You wrought to be a legate; by which power Tied it by letters patent: Now, who'll take it ? You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops. Sur. The king, that gave it.

Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else Wo.

It must be himself then. To foreign princes, Ego et Res meus

(at you. Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the king Wol.

Why, well; To be your serrant.

Never so truly happy, my good! Cromwell. Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge I know myself now; and I feel within me Either of king or council, when you went

A peace above all earthly dignities, Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, To carry into Flanders the great senl.

I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders, Sur. Item, you sent a large commission

These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude

A load would siuk a navy, too much honour : Without the king's will or the state's allowance, 0, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden A league between his highness and Ferrara. Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven. (use of it.

Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Crom. I am glad, your grace has made that right Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin. Wol. I hope, I have : I am able now, methinks, Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable sub (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,) stance,

To endure inore miseries, and greater far, (By what ineans got, I leave to your own conscience,) Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer. I'c furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways

What news abroad ? You have for dignities; to the mere undoing

Crom.

The heaviest, and the worst, Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; Is your displeasure with the king. Which, since they are of you, and odious,

Wol.

God bless him ! I will not taint my mouth with.

Crom. The next is, that sir Thomas More is chosen Chan.

O my lord,

Lord chancellor in your place. Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue :

Wol.

That's somewhat sudden : His faults lie open to the laws! let them,

But he's a learned man. May he continue Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him Long in his highness' favour, and do justice So little of his great self.

For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, Sur.

I forgive him. [is - When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em! Because all those things, you have done of late What more? By your power legatine within this kingdom,

Crom. That Cranmer is return’d with welcome, Fall into the compass of a præmunire,

Installid lord archbishop of Canterbury.
That therefore such a writ be sued against you; Wol. That's news indeed.
To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,

Crom.

Last, that the lady Anne, Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be

Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, Out of the king's protection :- This is my charge. This day was view'd in open, as his queen,

Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations Going to chapel; and the voice is now How to live better. For your stubborn answer, Only about her coronation.

[O Cromwell, About the giving back the great seal to us,

Wol. There was the weight that puli'd me down. The king shall know it, and no doubt, shall thank you. The king has gone beyond me, all my glories So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. In that one woman I have lost for ever:

Ereunt all but Wolsey. No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. Or gild again the noble troops that waited Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, To be thy lord and master: Seek the king; And bears his blushing honours thick upon him :

I

pray, may never set! I have told him The third day comes a frost, a killing frost;

What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely Some little memory of me will stir him, His greatness is a ripening,-nips bis root, (I know his noble nature,) not to let

and then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Thy hopeful service perish too : Good Cromwell, Like litrie wanton boys that swim on bladders, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide This many summers in a sea of glory;

For thine own future safety,
But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride Crom.

O my lord,
At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Must I then leave you ? must I needs forege
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy

So good, so noble, and so true a master ?
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.-
I feel my heart new opened: 0, how wretched The king shall have my service; but my prayers
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
There is, betwixt that sinile we would aspire to- Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me
More pangs and fears than wars or women have; Out of thy honest truth to play the woman.
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell; Never to hope again.

And when I am forgotten, as I shall be;
Enter CROMWELL, amazedly.

And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention

Of me more must be heard of,-say, I taught thee; Why, how now, Cromwell ? Say, Wolsey;---that once trod the ways of glory, Crom. I have no power to speak, sir.

And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, – Wol.

What, amaz'd Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. A great man should decline ? Nay, an you weep, Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. I am fallen indeed.

Cromwell, I charge thec, fling away ambition ; Crom. How does your grace ?

By that sin fell the angels; how can man then,

That sun,

THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION

crown.

know;

The image of his Maker, hope to win by't ?

2 Gent.

Alas, goud lady! Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee;

| Trumpets. Corruption wins not more than honesty.

The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,

A lirely flourish of trumpets: then enter Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Crom- 1. Tuo Judges. well,

2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before Thou fall’st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ;

him. And,-Pr’ythee, lead me in :

3. Choristers singing

[Musick. There take an inventory of all I have,

4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter, To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,

in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, 5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal

head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age

of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove, Have left me naked to mine enemies.

crowned with an earl's coronet, Collars of ss. Crom, Good sir, have patience.

6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, hrs coronet Wol.

So I have. Farewell on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. steward. With him, the Duke of Norfolk, with

(Exeunt. the rod of marshalship, a coronel on his head.

Collars of ss. 7. A canopy borne be four of the Cinque-ports ; under

it, the Queen in her robe ; her hair richly ACT IV.

adorned with pearl ; crowned. On each side of

her, the Bishops of London and Winchester. SCENE I.-A Street in Westminster.

8. The old Duchess of Norfolk in a coronal of gold,

wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train. Enter Two Gentlemen, meeting.

9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of

gold without flowers. I Gent. You are well met once again 2 Gent.

And so are you.

2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.-These I i Gent. You come to take your stand here, and Who's that, that bears the sceptre ? behold

1 Gent. The lady Anne pass from her coronation ? (counter, And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. (should be

Marquis Dorset : 2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last enThe duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman : And that

The duke of Suffolk. 1 Gent. 'Tis very true : but that time offer'd

1 Gent.

'Tis the same; high-steward. sorrow; This, general joy.

2 Gent. And that my lord of Norfolk ?
1 Gent.

Yes. 2 Gent. 'Tis well: The citizens,

2 Gent.

Heaven bless thee! I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds; As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on.

(Looking on the QUEEN In celebration of this day with shows,

Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel; Pageants, and sights of honour. 1 Gent.

Never greater,

Our king has all the Indies in his arms, Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.

And more, and richer, when he strains that lady;

I cannot blame his conscience. 2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains,

1 Gent.

They, that bear That paper in your hand ?

The cloth of honour o'er her, are four barons
1 Gent.
Yes; 'tis the list
Of the Cinque-ports.

[are near her. Of those that claim their offices this day,

2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, By custom of the coronation.

I take it, she that carries up the train, The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims

Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk,

I Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. He to be earl marshal: you may read the rest.

2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, 2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known those

indeed;
customs,
I should have been beholden to your paper.

And, sometimes, falling ones.
1 Gent.

No more of that. But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,

[Erit Procession, with a great flourish of The princess dowager ? how goes her business? 1. Gent. That

trumpets. can tell you too. The archbishop of Canterbury, accompanied with other

Enter a Third Gentleman. Learned and reverend fathers of his order,

God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling ? Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off

3 Gent. Among the crowd i'the abbey; where a From Ampthill, where the princess lay; to which

finger She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not: Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am stifled And, to be short, for not appearance, and

With the mere rankness of their joy. The king's late scruple, by the main assent

2 Gent.

You saw Of all these learned men she was divorc'd,

The ceremony ? And the late marriage made of none effect:

That I did. Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton,