• And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd,
• Like little wanton boys, that swim on bladders,
• These many summers in a fea of glory :
• But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride
At length broke under me, and now has left me
• Weary, and old with service, to the mercy
• Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
• Vain pomp and glory of the world! I hate ye,
• I feel my heart new opened. Oh how wretched

Is that poor man that hangs on Princes favours!
• There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
• That sweet aspect of Princes, and * our ruin,
• More pangs and fears than war or women have,
• And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
• Never to hope again.

Enter Cromwell standing amaz'd.

Why how now, Cromwell?

Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd

At my misfortunes? can thy fpirit wonder
A great man should decline? nay, if you weep,
I'm fall'n indeed.

Crom. How does your Grace?

Wol. Why, well;

Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know my felf now, and I feel within me

A peace above all earthly dignities;

A still and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me,
I humbly thank his Grace; and from these shoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken
A load would fink a navy, too much honour.
O'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n.

Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right ufe

of it.

Wol. I hope I have: I'm able now methinks
Out of a fortitude of foul I feel,
T'endure more miseries, and greater far

T

Than

Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer :
What news abroad ?

Cham. The heaviest, and the worst,

Is your difpleasure with the King.

Wol. God bless him.

Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moor is chosen

Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol. That's somewhat sudden

But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his Highness' favour, and do justice
For truth's fake and his conscience; that his bones,
When he has run his course and fleeps in blessings,
May have a tomb of orphans tears wept on him.
What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
Install'd lord Archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news indeed.

Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Whom the King hath in secrecy long marry'd,
This day was view'd in open, as his Queen,
Going to chappel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.

Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down,

O Cromwell,

The King has gone beyond me: all my glories

In that one woman I have loft for ever.

No fun shall ever usher forth my honours,

Or gild again the noble troops that waited

Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell,

1

am a poor poor fall'n man, unworthy now

To be thy lord and master. Seek the King, (That fun, I pray may never fet) I've told him What and how true thou art; he will advance thee:

Some little memory of me will ftir him,

I know his noble nature, not to let

Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.

Crom. O my lord,

Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego

Se

So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his lord.
The King shall have my service; but my prayers
For ever and for ever shull be yours.

Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shead a tear In all my miseries; but thou has forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, 'And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention • Of me must more be heard: say then I taught thee; Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory, • And founded all the depths and shoals of honour, 'Found thee a way out of his wrack to rife in : ' A fure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. • Mark but my fall and that which ruin'd me: • Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition By that fin fell the angels; how can men then (The image of his maker) hope to win it? • Love thy self last, cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. • Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace

To filent envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. • Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, • Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O

'Cromwell,

• Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the King; And pr'ythee lead me in

There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny, 'tis the King's. My robe,
And my integrity to heav'n, is all

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal

I ferv'd my King, he would not in mine age

Have left me naked to mine enemies.

The hopes of court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.

1 GENTLEMAN.

OU'RE well met once again.
2 Gen. And so are you.

Gen. You come to take your stand
here, and behold

The lady Anne pass from her coronation.

2 Gen. 'Tis all my business. At our last encounter,

The Duke of Buckingham came from his tryal.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd forrow,

This, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well; the citizens

I'm sure have shewn at full their loyal minds,
And let 'em have their rights, they're ever forward
In celebration of this day with shews,

Pageants, and fights of honour.

I Gen. Never greater,

Nor I'll assure you better taken, Sir.

2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains,

The paper in your hands ?

1 Gen. Yes, 'tis the lift

Of those that claim their offices this day,

By custom of the coronation.

The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
To be High Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk,

To be Earl Marshal; you may read the reft.

customs,

2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those

I should have been beholden to your paper.
But I beseech you what's become of Katharine,

The

The Princess Dowager? how goes her business?
1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Arch-bishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, fix miles
From Ampthil, where the Princess lay; to which
She oft was cited by them, but appear'd not:
And to be short, for not appearance and
The King's late scruple, by the main affent
Of all these learned men she was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect :
Since which, she was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now fick.

2 Gen. Alas good lady!

The trumpets found; stand close, the Queen is com

The Order of the Coronation.

ing.

[Hautboys,

1. A lively flourish of trumpets.

2. Then two Judges.

4. Chorifters finging.

[Musick.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him.

5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter

in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper

crown.

6. Marquess of Dorset, bearing a Scepter of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of filver with the dove, crown'd with an Earl's coronet. Collars of

SS.

7. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as High Steward. With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a corenet on his head. Collars of SS.

8. A canopy born by four of the Cinque-Ports, under with

it the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned