Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O

Cromwell,

Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the King; And-pr'ythee lead me in:

There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny; 't is the King's: my robe,
And my integrity to Heaven, is all

I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my King, He would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Crom. Good sir, have patience.

Wol.

So I have. Farewell

The hopes of Court! my hopes in Heaven do

dwell.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A Street in Westminster.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

1 Gent. You're well met once again.

2 Gent.

So are you.

1 Gent. You come to take your stand here, and

behold

The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?

2 Gent. 'T is all my business. At our last encounter,

The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1 Gent. 'T is very true: but that time offered sorrow;

This, general joy.

2 Gent.

"T is well the citizens,

I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds— As, let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward—– In celebration of this day with shows,

Pageants, and sights of honour.

1 Gent.

Never greater ;

Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.

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

1 Gent.

Yes; 't is the list

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-Steward; next, the Duke of Norfolk,
He to be Earl Marshal. You may read the rest.

2 Gent. I thank you, sir: had I not known those customs,

I should have been beholding to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,

The Princess Dowager? how goes her business?

1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The Arch

bishop

Of Canterbury, accompanied with other

Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off
From Ampthill, where the Princess lay; to which
She was often cited by them, but appeared not:
And, to be short, for not-appearance, and
The King's late scruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned men she was divorced,
And the late marriage made of none effect :
Since which she was removed to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now, sick.

2 Gent.

Alas, good lady !—[Trumpets.

The trumpets sound: stand close, the Queen is

3. Choristers, singing.

4. Mayor of London, bearing the Mace.

[Music.

Then,

Garter in his coat of arms, and on his head a gilt copper crown.

5. Marquess DORSET, bearing a Sceptre of Gold; on his head a demi-coronal of Gold. With him the Earl of SURREY, bearing the Rod of Silver with the Dove, crowned with an Earl's Coronet. Collars of SS.

6. Duke of SUFFOLK, in his robe of estate, 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.

7. 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 side of her, the Bishops of LONDON and WINCHESTER.

8. The old Duchess of NORFOLK, in a Coronal of Gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the QUEEN'S train.

9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain Circlets of Gold without flowers.

2 Gent. A royal train, believe me.-These I

Who's that, that bears the Sceptre ?

1 Gent.

Marquess Dorset :

And that the Earl of Surrey, with the Rod.

2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman. That should

be

The Duke of Suffolk.

1 Gent.

'Tis the same: High-Steward.

2 Gent. And that my Lord of Norfolk ?

1 Gent.

Yes.

2 Gent. [Looking on the QUEEN.] Heaven bless

thee!

Thou hast the sweetest face I ever looked on.—
Sir, as I have a soul, she 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 conscience.

1 Gent.

They, that bear

The cloth of honour over her, are four barons

Of the Cinque-ports.

2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.

I take it, she that carries up the train

Is that old noble lady, Duchess of Norfolk.

1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses.

2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars

indeed :