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
To be High Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk,
To be Earl Marshal; you may read the reft.

2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those customs,
I. fhould have been beholden to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Catharine,
The Princess Dowager? how goes her business?

1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and rev'rend fathers of his order,
Held a late Court at Dunstable, fix miles
From Ampthil, where the Princess lay; to whicha
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 thefe learned men fhe was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, fhe was remov'd to Kimbolton,.
Where she remains now fick.

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 :
I cannot blame his confcience.

1 Gen. They, that bear

The cloth of ftate above her, are four Barons.
Of the Cinque-Ports.

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?
3 Gen. Among the crowd i' th' abbey, where a finger
Could not be wedg'd in more; I am stified,
With the mere ranknefs of their joy. terefd

2 Gen. You saw the ceremony Puns, el cost d
3 Gen. I did.

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
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 fate down
To rest a while, some half an hour, or so,
In a rich chair of ftate; oppofing freely
The beauty of her perfon to the people:
(Believe me, Sir, he 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 sea 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 shake the prefs,
And make 'em reel before 'em. No man living
Could fay, this is my wife there, all were woven
So-trangely 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 he kneel'd; and, faint-like,
Caft her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly.
Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people :
When by the Archbishop of Canterbury

Sh' 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.
Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir,

With all the choiceft mufick of the kingdom,
Together fung Te Deum. So he parted,
And with the fame full ftate pac'd back again
To York-Place, where the feast is held.

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
Is fresh about me.

2 Gen. What two reverend Bishops

Were those, that went on each fide of the Queen?
3 Gen. Stokely and Gardiner; the one of Winchefter,
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,
The virtuous Cranmer.

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,
A worthy friend. The King has made him
Mafter o'th' jewel-houfe,

And one, already, of the privy-council.
2 Gen. He will deferve more.

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
Didit thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'ft me,
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolfey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes, Madam; but I think your Grace,
Out of the pain you fuffer'd, gave no ear to't.
Cath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he dy'd.
If well, he stept before me happily,

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
He could not fit his mule.

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.

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