Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a bleffed 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 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. Farewel

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

[Exeunt,

ACT IV. SCENE I

A Street in Westminster,

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another.

1 Gen. You are well met once again.

2 Gen. So are you.

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

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

The duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

1 Gen. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd forrow: This, general joy.

2 Gen. 'Tis well: the citizens,

once again.]-Alluding to their former meeting in the fecond all.

I am fure, have shewn at full their royal minds;
As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward
In celebration of this day with fhews,

Pageants, and fights of honour.

1 Gen. Never greater,

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

2 Gen. May I be bold to afk what that contains, That paper in your hand?

I 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 fheward; next, the duke of Norfolk,

To be earl marshal: you may read the rest.

2 Gen. I thank you, fir; had I not known thofe cuf

toms,

I should have been beholden to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?

1 Gen. 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 fcruple, by the main affent
Of all these learned men fhe was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, fhe was removed to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now, fick.

their royal minds;]-their regard to royalty.
this day]-a coronation, fuch a day as this.

2 Gen. Alas, good lady!—

The trumpets found: ftand close, the queen is coming.

[Hautboys.

THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION.

1. A lively flourish of trumpets.

2. Then two fudges.

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

4. Chorifters finging.

5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace.

[Mufick.

Then Garter, in bis coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown. 6. Marquis Dorfet, bearing a fcepter 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 eftate, his coronet on bis

bead, bearing a long white wand, as high fteward. With bim, the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS.

8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her bair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each fide her, the bishops of London and Winchester.

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

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

They pass over the stage in order and state.

2 Gen. A royal train, believe me.-These I know;→→→ Who's that, that bears the fcepter?

1 Gen. Marquis Dorset:

And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod.

2 Gen. A bold brave gentleman. That should be The duke of Suffolk.

1 Gen. 'Tis the fame; high-fteward.

2 Gen. And that my lord of Norfolk.

1 Gen. Yes.

2 Gen. Heaven blefs thee!

[Looking on the queen.

Thou haft the fweetest 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.

1 Gen. They, that bear

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons

Of the Cinque-ports,

2 Gen. Those men are happy; fo are all, are near her.

I take it, she that carries up the train,

Is that old noble lady, dutchefs of Norfolk.

1 Gen. It is; and all the reft are counteffes.

2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo. And, fometimes, falling ones.

1 Gen. No more of that.

These are stars, indeed :

[Exit Proceffion, with a great flourish of trumpets.

Enter a third Gentleman.

God fave you, fir! Where have you been broiling? 3 Gen. Among the croud i' the abbey; where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more: I am ftifled,

With the mere ranknefs of their joy.

2 Gen. You faw the ceremony? 3 Gen. That I did.

I Gen. How was it?

3 Gen. Well worth the seeing.

2 Gen. Good fir, speak it to us.

3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich ftream

Of

1

Of lords, and ladies, having brought the queen
To a prepar'd place in the choir, fell off

A distance from her; while her grace fat down
To reft awhile, fome half an hour, or fo,
In a rich chair of ftate, oppofing freely
The beauty of her perfon 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 noise arose
As the fhrouds 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 loose, this day they had been loft. Such joy
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 fshake the press,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could fay, This is my wife, there; all were woven
So ftrongly in one piece.

2 Gen. But, what follow'd?

3 Gen. At length her grace rofe, and with modeft paces
Came to the altar; where the kneel'd, and, faint-like,
Cast 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,

g

The rod, and bird of peace, and all such 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

oppofing]-difplaying.
rams-battering rams,

e the forouds]-the fail-ropes, the fails. bird of peace,]-the dove.

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