To York Place, where the feast is held. 1 Gent. Sir, You must no more call it York Place, that 's past; 3 Gent. I know it; But 't is so lately altered, that the old name 2 Gent. What two reverend Bishops Were those that went on each side of the Queen? Newly preferred from the King's Secretary; 2 Gent. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the Archbishop's, 3 Gent. 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 pray you? 3 Gent. Thomas Cromwell; A man in much esteem with the King, and truly 4 Has made him master of the jewel-house, 3 Gent. Yes, without all doubt. Come, gentlemen, ye shall go my way, which Both. You may command us, sir. [Exeunt. 'SCENE II.-Kimbolton Enter KATHARINE, Dowager, sick; led between GRIFFITH and PATIENCE Grif. How does your grace? Kath. O Griffith, sick to death: My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth, Willing to leave their burden: reach a chair :So, now, methinks, I feel a little ease. Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou ledd'st me, That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey, Was dead? Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace, Out of the pain you suffered, gave no ear to 't. Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died : If well, he stepped before me, happily, For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, madam : For after the stout Earl Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward, As a man sorely tainted, to his answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill He could not sit his mule. Kath. Alas, poor man ! Grif. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester ; Lodged in the Abbey, where the reverend Abbot, So went to bed, where eagerly his sickness Kath. So may he rest: his faults lie gently on him! Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him, Of an unbounded stomach, ever ranking His promises were, as he then was, mighty; The clergy ill example. Grif. Noble madam, (Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.) May it please your highness To hear me speak his good now? Kath. I were malicious else. Grif. Yes, good Griffith; This Cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashioned to much honour from his cradle. Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer: And though he were unsatisfied in getting,- To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith. Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me, ་ |