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 heaven, is all

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but ferv'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.

CROM. Good fir, have patience.

WOL. So I have. Farewell

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I. A Street in Westminster.
Enter two GENTLEMEN, meeting.

1 GENT. You are well met once again. 2 GENT. And fo are you.

1 GENT. You come to take your stand here, and behold The lady Anne pass from her coronation?

2 GENT. 'Tis all my business. At our laft encounter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

I GENT. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd forrow; This, general joy.

2 GENT. 'Tis well: the citizens,

I am fure, have shown at full their royal minds;

As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward
In celebration of this day with shows,
Pageants, and fights of honour.

I GENT. Never greater,

Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, fir.

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

hand?

That paper in your

I GENT. Yes; 'tis the lift

Of those, that claim their offices this day,
By cuftom of the coronation.

The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims

To be high steward; next, the duke of Norfolk,

He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest.

[toms,

2 GENT. I thank you, fir; had I not known those cuf

I should have been beholden to your paper.

But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?
I GENT. That I can tell you too. The archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other

Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, fix miles off
From Ampthill, 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 fhe was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now, fick.

2 GENT. Alas, good lady!

[Trumpets. The trumpets found: ftand clofe, the queen is coming.

THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.

A lively flourish of trumpets; then, enter

1. Two judges.

2. Lord Chancellor, with the purfe and mace before him.

3. Chorifters finging.

[Mufick.

4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his

coat of arms, and on his head, a gilt copper crown.

5. Marquis Dorfet, bearing a fceptre 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.

6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of eftate, his coronet on his head,

bearing a long white wand, as high fteward. With him,

the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS.

7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned.

On each fide of her, the Bishops of

London and Winchefter.

8. The old Duchefs of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought, with flowers, bearing the Queen's train.

9. Certain Ladies or Counteffes, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.

2 GENT. A royal train, believe me.-These I know;— Who's that, that bears the fceptre ?

1 GENT. Marquis Dorset:

And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 GENT. A bold brave gentleman: And that should be The duke of Suffolk.

1 GENT. 'Tis the fame; high-steward.

2 GENT. And that my lord of Norfolk?

I GENT. Yes.

2 GENT. Heaven blefs thee!

[Looking on the Queen.

Thou haft the sweetest face I ever look'd on.

Sir, as I have a foul, fhe is an angel;

Our king has all the Indies in his arms,

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

I cannot blame his confcience.

I GENT. They, that bear

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-ports.

2 GENT. Those men are happy; and so are all, are near

I take it, fhe that carries up the train,

[her.

Is that old noble lady, duchefs of Norfolk.

I GENT. It is; and all the reft are counteffes.

2 GENT. Their coronets fay fo. These are stars, indeed; And, fometimes, falling ones.

I GENT. No more of that.

God fave

[Exit Proceffion, with a great flourish of trumpets. Enter a third GENTLEMAN.

you, fir! Where have you been broiling?

3 GENT. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a finger . Could not be wedg'd in more; and I am ftifled With the mere rankness of their joy.

2 GENT. You faw

The ceremony?

3

GENT. That I did.

I GENT. How was it?

3 GENT. Well worth the feeing.

2 GENT. Good fir, fpeak it to us.

3 GENT. As well as I am able. The rich stream
Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen
To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off
A diftance from her; while her grace fat down
To reft awhile, fome half an hour, or so,
In a rich chair of ftate, oppofing freely
The beauty of her person to the people.
Believe me, fir, fhe is the goodliest woman
That ever lay by man: which when the people
Had the full view of, fuch a noife arofe
As the shrouds make at fea in a stiff tempeft,
As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks,
(Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces
Been loofe, this day they had been loft. Such joy
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I never faw before. Great-belly'd women,
That had not half a week to go, like rams
In the old time of war, would shake the press,
And make them reel before them. No man living
Could fay, This is my wife, there; all were woven
So ftrangely in one piece.

2 GENT. But, pray, what follow'd?

3 GENT. At length her grace rofe, and with modeft paces
Came to the altar; where fhe kneel'd, and, faint-like
Caft her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rofe again, and bow'd her to the people :
When by the archbishop of Canterbury
She had all the royal makings of a queen;
As holy oil, Edward Confeffor's crown,

The rod, and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems
Lay'd nobly on her which perform'd, the choir,
With all the choiceft mufick of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So fhe parted,
And with the fame full ftate pac'd back again
To York-place, where the feast is held.

I GENT. Sir, you

Muft no more call it York-place, that is past ;
For, fince the cardinal fell, that title's loft;
'Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall.
3 GENT. I know it;

But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old name
Is fresh about me.

2 GENT. What two reverend bishops

Were those that went on each fide of the queen ?

3 GENT. Stokefly and Gardiner; the one, of Winchester, (Newly preferr'd from the king's fecretary,)

The other, London.

2 GENT. He of Winchester