Enter a third Gentleman. God fave you, Sir! Say, where have you been broiling? 2 Gen. You faw the ceremony? 3 Gen. I did. 1 Gen. How was it? 3 Gen. Well worth the seeing. 2 Gen. Good Sir, speak it to us. 3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich ftream Of Lords and Ladies, 'having brought the Queen To a prepared place in the choir, fell off A distance from her; while her Grace fat down No man living Could fay, This is my wife there, all were woven So ftrangely in one piece. 2 Gen. But pray what follow'd? 3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modeft paces Came to the altar, where fhe kneel'd; and, faint-like, With With all the choiceft mufic of the kingdom, 1 Gen. You must no more call it Fork-place, that's past. For fince the Cardinal fell, that title's loft; 'Tis now the King's, and call'd Whitehall. 3 Gen. I know it: But 'tis fo lately alter'd, that the old name 2 Gen. What two reverend bishops Were thofe that went on each fide of the Queen? 3 Gen. Stokely and Gardiner; the one of Winchester, Newly preferr'd from the King's Secretary; The other, London. 2 Gen. He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of th' Archbishop, 3 Gen. All the land knows that: However, yet there's no great breach; when't comes, 2 Gen. Who may that be, I pray you? 3 Gen. Thomas Cromwell, A man in much efteem with th' King, and truly And one, already, of the privy council. 2 Gen. He will deferve more. 3 Gen. Yes, without all doubt. Come, Gentlemen, you shall both go my way, Enter Catharine dowager, fick, led between Griffith her Grif. How does your Grace? Cath. O Griffith, fick to death: My legs, like loaded branches, bow to th' earth, Willing Willing to leave their burden. Reach a chair [Sitting down. So —now methinks I feel a little ease. Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think your Grace, For my example. Grif. Well, the voice goes, Madam. For after the ftout Earl of Northumberland Arrested him at York, and brought him forward (As a man forely tainted) to his anfwer, He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo ill He could not fit his mule. Cath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At last, with easy roads he came to Leicester; Cath. "So may he reft, his faults lie gently on him! "Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him; "And yet with charity. He was a man "Of an unbounded ftomach; ever ranking "Himfelf with princes: one that, by fuggeftion, "Ty'd all the kingdom: fimony was fair play: "His own opinion was his law. I' th' prefence "He would fay untruths, and be ever double "Both in his words and meaning. He was never, tie. Inflaved. "But But where he meant to ruin, pitiful. "His promises were, as he then was, mighty; Grif. Noble Madam, Mens' evil manners live in brafs, their virtues We write in water May it please your Highness To hear me speak his good now? Cath. Yes, good Griffith, I were malicious elfe. Grif. This Cardinal, Though from an humble ftock, undoubtedly Good Griffith, tie. He abused his body by intemperance and luxury. Caufe KING HENRY VIII. Cause the musicians play me that sad note Sad and folemn mufic. 337 Grif. She is afleep: good wench, let's fit down quiet For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience. The vifion. Enter folemnly one after another, fix perfonages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays or palm in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head, at which the other four make reverend curtfies: then the two that held the garland, deliver the fame to the other next two; who obferve the fame order in their changes, and holding the garland over her head: which done, they deliver the fame garland to the last two, who likewife obferve the fame order: (at which, as it were by infpiration, he makes in her fleep figns of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven.) And fo in their dancing they vanish, carrying the garland with them. The mufic continues. Cath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye? Grif. Madam, we're here. Cath. It is not you I call for; Saw ye none enter fince I flept? Grif. None, Madam. Cath. No? faw you not ev'n now a blessed troop And brought me garlands, Griffith, which 1 feel Cath. Bid the mufic leave, 'Tis harsh and heavy to me. Pat. Do you note [Mafic ceafes. How much her Grace is alter'd on the fudden? How long her face is drawn? how pale fhe looks, Grif |