There is betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, 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 Spirit wonder Crom. How does your Grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell, A ftill and quiet Confcience. The King has cur'd me, A load would fink a Navy, too much Honour. Too heavy for a Man, that hopes for Heav'n. Has made that right use of it. Wol. I hope I have: I am able now, methinks, Out of a fortitude of Soul, I feel, To endure more Miferies, and greater far Than my weak-hearted Enemies dare offer; What News abroad? Crom. The heavieft, and the worst, Is your difpleasure with the King. Wol. God bless him. Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moor is chofer Lord Chancellor, in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden But he's a learned Man. May he continue For Truth's fakes and his Confcience; that his Bones, R When When he has run his courfe, and fleeps in Bleffings, Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Crom. Laft, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. The King has gone beyond me: All my Glories No Sun fhall ever ufher forth mine Honours, To be thy Lord and Mifter. Seek the King, I know his noble Nature, not to let Thy hopeful fervice perifh too. Good Cromwell, Crom. O my Lord, Muft I then leave you? Muft I needs forgo Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to fhed a Tear And fleep in dull cold Marble, where no mention of Of me more must be heard: Say, I taught thee; Still in thy right Hand, carry gentle Peace To filence envious Tongues. Be juft, and fear not. Thy God's and Truth's; then if thou fall'ft, O Cromwell, Serve the King; and prithee lead me in: And my Integrity to Heav'n, is all, My Robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, I ferv'd my King; he would not in mine Age Crom. Good Sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewel The hopes of Court, my hopes in Heav'n do dwell. [Exeunt ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. Ou're well met once again. 4 Gen. You're 2 Gen. So are you. 1 Gen. You come to take your Stand here, and behold The Lady Anne pafs from her Coronation. 2 Gen. 'Tis all my Bufinefs. At our laft encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his Trial. R 2 ✰ Geri 1 Gen. 'Tis very true. This, general Joy. But that time offer'd Sorrow, 2 Gen. 'Tis well; the Citizens I am fure have fhewn at full their Royal Minds, Pag ants, and Sights of Honour. 1 Gen. Never greater, Nor I'll affure you better taken, Sir. 2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That Paper in your Hands? 1 Gen. Yes, 'tis the Lift Of thofe that claim their Offices this Day, The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims To be high Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk, 2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known thofe Customs, 1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop 2 Gen. Alas good Lady! The Trumpets found; ftand clofe, [Hausboys. The The Order of the Coronation, 1. A lively Flourish of Trumpets. 2. Then two Judges. 3. Lord Chancellor, with the Purfe and Mace before him. 4. Quirifters finging. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the Mace. [Mufick. Then Garter in his Coat of Arms, and on his Head a Gilt Copper Crown. 6. Marquess of Dorfet, bearing a Scepter of Gold, on his Head a Demi-Coronal of Gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the Rod of Silver 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 his Head, bearing a long white Wand, as High Steward. With him the Duke of Norfolk, with the Rod of Marshalship, a Coronet on his Head. Collars of SS. 8. A Canopy born by four of the Cinque-ports, under it the Queen in her Robe; in her Hair, richly adorned with Pearl, Crowned. On each fide her the Bishops of London and Winchester. 9. The old Dutchess 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, and then Exeunt, with a great Flourish of Trumpets. 2 Gen. A Royal Train, believe me; these I know; Who's that bears the Scepter? 1 Gen. Marquefs Dorfet. And that the Earl of Surrey, with the Rod. 2 Gen. A bold brave Gentleman. That should be The Duke of Suffolk. I Gen. 'Tis the fame: High Steward. 1 Gen. Yes. 2 Gen. Heav'n bless thee, Thou haft the fweeteft Face I ever look'd on |