Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, Sir. 2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That paper in your hand? 1 Gen. Yea, 'tis the lift Of thofe that claim their offices this day,! By cuftom of the coronation. The Duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims 2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those customs, 1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop 2 Gen. Alas, good Lady! The trumpets found; stand close, the Queen is coming.. Hautboys.. The Order of the Coronation.. 1. A lively flourish of trumpets. 2. Then, tavo Judges. 3. Lord Chancellor, with the purfe and mace before him. 4. Chorifters finging. [Mufick.. 5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter in. bis coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown. 6. Marquis of Dorfet, bearing a feepter 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. 7. Duke of Suffolk, in a robe of eftate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as High Steward. Wib him the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marfhalfhip, a coronet on his head. Collars of ŠS. 8. 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 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 gald 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, who bears the fcepter? 1 Gen. Marquifs. Dorfet. And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod. 2 Gen. A bold brave Gentleman. The Duke of Suffolk. That fhould be 1 Gen. 'Tis the fame: High Steward. 2 Gen. And that my Lord of Norfolk. 1 Gen. Yes. 2 Gen. Heav'n blefs thee! Thou haft the fweeteft 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 : 1 Gen. They, that bear The cloth of ftate above her, are four Barons. 2. Gen. Thofe men are happy; fo are all, are near her. I take it, fhe that carries up the train, Is that old noble Lady, the Dutchefs of Norfolk. Gen. It is, and all the rest are Counteffes. 2 Gen. Their coronets fay fo. These are stars indeed: And fometimes falling ones. 1 Gen. No more of that. Enter Enter a third Gentleman." God fave you, Sir. Where have you been broiling? 2 Gen. You saw the ceremony Puns, el cost d 1 Gen. How was it? 3 Gen. Well worth the feeing.. 2 Gen. Good Sir, fpeak it to us. 3 Gen. As well as I am able. The rich ftream A distance from her; while her Grace fate down 2 Gen. But, pray, what follow'd? 3 Gen. At length her Grace rofe, and with modeft paces Sh' had all the royal makings of a Queen ;. The rod, and bird of peace, and all fuch emblems. With all the choiceft mufick of the kingdom, Gen. You muft no more call it York-Place, that's paft. 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 those, that went on each fide of the Queen? 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, Cranmer will find a friend will not shrink from him. 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. 3 Gen. Yea, without all doubt. Come, Gentlemen, you fhall go my way, Which is to th' Court, and there fhall be my guests: Something I can command; as I walk thither, I'll tell ye more. Both. You may command us, Sir. SCENE changes to Kimbolton. [Exeunt. Enter Catharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith her. Gentleman Ufher, and Patience her woman.. GrifH Cath. O Grifith, fick to death: OW does your Grace? My legs, like loaded branches, bow to th' earth, Willing Willing to leave their burden: reach a chair So now, methinks, I feel a little eafe. [Sitting downe 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 (27); (As a man forely tainted) to his answer, He fell fick fuddenly, and grew fo. ill Cath. Alas, poor man! Grif. At laft, with eafy roads he came to Leicester; Lodg'd in the abbey ; where the rev'rend Abbot, With all his Convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave thefe words, "O father Abbot, "An old man, broken with the storms of state, "Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; "Give him a little earth for charity !" So went to bed: 'where eagerly his ficknefs. Pursu'd him still, and three nights after this, (27) Arrefted him at York.] The Earl of Northumberland, and Sir Walter Walsh, one of the King's privy chamber, arrefted Wolfey of treafon, at his houfe at Cawood in Yorkshire on Friday the 4th of Nowember 1530. On Sunday evening following, in order to be brought up to London, he was removed to Pomfret; on Monday, to Doncafter; and on Tuesday, to the Earl of Shrew foury's feat at Sheffield-Park. Here he was indulg'd to stay upwards of a fortnight; and here, on Tuesday the 22d, was feiz'd with his laft illness. On Thursday the 24th he began his journey afresh, tho' not recover'd of his flux, and was carried to another houfe of the Lord Shrewsbury's call'd Hardwick-Hall; the next day, to Nottingham; and on Saturday evening, in a languishing condition was brought to the abbey at Leicefter. He immediately took his Bed, and on Tuesday following, being the 29th of November, and eve of St. Andrew, expir'd there,- -This fhort Journal, of the laft ftage in life, of fo confiderable a man, I have thought proper to trace backwards; as imagining, it might not be difpleafing to certain curious readers. About |