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And spotless, shall mine innocence arise,
When the king knows my truth.
Sur.

I thank my memory, I yet remember
Some of these articles; and out they shall.
Now, if you can blush, and cry guilty, cardinal,
You'll show a little honesty.

IVol.

Speak on, sir:

I dare your worst objection: if I blush,
It is, to see a nobleman want manners.
Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have
at you.

upon him;

And bears his blushing honours thick
The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost;

This cannot save you; And,-when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a ripening,-nips his root,
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory
But far beyond my depth; my high-blown pride
At length broke under me; and now has left me,
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye;
I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched
Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours!
There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,6
More pangs and fears than wars or women have ;
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.”-

First, that without the king's assent, or knowledge,
You wrought to be a legate; by which power
You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops.

Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else
To foreign princes, Ego et Rex meus
Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the king
To be your servant.

Suf.
Then, that, without the knowledge
Either of king or council, when you went
Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold
To carry into Flanders the great seal.

Sur. Item, you sent a large commission
To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude,
Without the king's will, or the state's allowance,
A league between his highness and Ferrara.
Suf. That, cut of mere ambition, you have caus'd
Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin,1
Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable sub-

stance

(By what means got, I leave to your own con-
science,)

To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways
You have for dignities; to the mere2 undoing:
Of all the kingdom. Many more there are;
Which, since they are of you, and odious,
I will not taint my mouth with.
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my lord,

Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue:

His faults lie open to the laws; let them,

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Enter CROMWELL, amazedly.

Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir.

What, amaz'd
my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder,
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,
I am fallen indeed..

How does your grace?

Why, well;

Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now; and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd mne,
I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

A load would sink a navy, too much honour:
O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Crom. I am glad, your grace has made that right
use of it.

Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, methinks,

Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,)
So little of his great self.

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Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure

is,

Because all those things, you have done of late
By your power legatine3 within this kingdom,
Fall into the compass of a præmunire,4
That therefore such a writ be sued against you ;
To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,
Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be
Out of the king's protection:-This is my charge.
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations
How to live better. For your stubborn answer,
About the giving back the great seal to us,
The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank

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That's somewhat sudden.

But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his highness' favour, and do justice
For truth's sake, and his conscience; that his bones,
When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings,
May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em!
What more?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news, indeed.
Crom.
Last, that the Lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open,1o as his queen,

6 Their ruin is their displeasure,' producing the
downfall and ruin of him on whom it lights.
7 Thomas Storer, in his Metrical Life of Wolsey.
[1599, has a similar image :-

'If once we fall, we fall Colossus-like,
We fall at once, like pillars of the sunne'

8 So in King Henry VI. Part 2:

'More can I bear, than you dare execute."

1 This was one of the articles exhibited against Wolsey, but rather with a view to swell the catalogue than from any serious cause of accusation; inasmuch as the Archbishops Cranmer, Bainbridge, and Warham were indulged with the same privileges. See Snelling's View of the Silver Coin of England.--Douce. 2 Absolute. 3 As the pope's legate. 4 The judgment in a writ of præmunire (a barbarous 9 The chancellor is the general guardian of orphans Steeword used instead of præmonere) is, that the defendant'A tomb of tears (says Johnson) is very harsh.' shall be out of the king's protection; and his lands and vens has adduced an Epigram of Martial, in which the tenements, goods and chattels forfeited to the king; Heliades are said to weep a tomb of tears,' over a viper. and that his body shall remain in prison at the king's V. Lib. iv. Epig. 59. Drummond, in his Teares for the pleasure. The old copy reads, erroneously, castles, Death of Moeliades, has the same conceit :instead of cattels, the old word for chattels, as it is found in Holinshed, p. 909.

5. Thus in Shakspeare's twenty-fifth Sonnet:-
"Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread,
But as the marigold in the sun's eye;
And in themselves their pride lies buried,

For at a frown they in their glory die.'

The Muses, Phœbus, Love, have raised of their teares
A crystal tomb to him, through which his worth appears.'
There is a similar conceit in King Richard II. Act iii
Sc. 3.

10 In open is a Latinism. 'Et castris in aperto posi
tis,' Liv. i. 33; i. e. in a place exposed on all sides to
view

Going to chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.

Vol. There was the weight that pull'd me down.
O Cromwell,

The king has gone beyond me, all my glories
In that one woman I have lost for ever:

No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours,

Or gild again the noble troops that waited

Upon my smiles.' Go, get thee from me, Cromwell:
I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now
To be thy lord and master: Seek the king;
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him
What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee
Some little memory of me will stir him.

(I know his noble nature) not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make use2
now, and provide
For thine own future safety.

Crom.
O, my lord,
Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego
So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.-
The king shall have my service; but my prayers
For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.

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Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me
Out of thy honest truth to play the woman.
Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Crom-

well;

And,--when I am forgotten, as I shall be ;
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of,—say, I taught thee;
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,-
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition;3
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by't?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate
thee;

Corruption wins not more than honesty ;4
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's,
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: 'tis the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Crom-
well,

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal

1 The number of persons who composed Cardinal Wolsey's household, according to the authentic copy of Cavendish, was five hundred. Cavendish's work, though written soon after the death of Wolsey, was not printed till 1641, and then in a most unfaithful and garbled manner, the object of the publication having been to Fender Laud odious, by showing how far church nower had been extended by Wolsey, and how dangerous that prelate was, who, in the opinion of many, followed his example. In that spurious copy we read that the number of the household was eight hundred persons. In other MSS. and in Dr. Wordsworth's edition, we find it stated at one hundred and eighty persons. 2 i. e. interest.

3 Ambition here means a criminal and inordinate ambition, that endeavours to obtain honours unsuited to the state of a subject. Wolsey does not mean to condemn every kind of ambition, for in the preceding line he says he will instruct Cromwell how to rise.

4 Wolsey speaks here not as a statesman but as a Christian. Nothing makes the hour of disgrace more irksome than the reflection that we have been deaf to offers of reconciliation, and perpetuated that enmity which we might have converted into friendship.

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Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.
That paper in your hand?
2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains

1 Gent.

Yes; 'tis 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 carl marshal: you may read the rest.

2 Gent. I thank you, sir; had I not known thos
customs,

I should have been beholden to your paper.
But, I beseech you, what's become of Katharine,
The princess dowager? how goes her business?

Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbisho
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 oft was cited by them, but appear'd 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 divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:

6 This was actually said by the cardinal when on hi. death-bed, in a conversation with Sir William Kingston the whole of which is very interesting:- Well, well, Master Kingston,' quoth he, "I see the matter against me how it is framed, but if I had served my God as diligently as I have served my king, he would not have given me over in my grey hairs. Howbeit this is the just reward that I must receive for my worldly diligence and pains that I have had to do him service; only to sa tisfy his vain pleasure, not regarding my godly duty.'

When Samrah, deputy governor of Bassorah, was deposed by Moawryah, the sixth caliph, he is reported to have expressed himself in the same manner :—“If I had served God so well as I served him, he would never have condemned me to all eternity. A similar sentiment also occurs in The Earle of Murton's Tragedie, by Churchyard, 1593. Antonio Perez, the disgraced favourite, made the same complaint. Mr. Douce has also pointed out a remarkable passage in Pittscottie's History of Scotland, p. 261, edit. 1789, in which there is a great resemblance to these pathetic words of the cardinal. James V. imagined that Sir James Hamilton addressed him thus in a dream :-Though I was a sinner against God, I failed not to thee. Had I been as good a servant to the Lord my God as I was to thee, I had not died that death.'

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7 Malone's explanation of this passage is entirely er 5 This inventory is still to be seen among the Harleian roneous; royal minds are high minds, or as we sti MSS. No. 599. Some of the particulars may be seen in say, princely dispositions. To avaunt himself royally : Stowe's Chronicle, p. 546, ed. 1631. See also Mr. El-Magnifice se efferre.'- Baret. lis's Historical Letters, vol. ii. p. 15.

8 i. e. the marriage lately conside ed as val

1 Gent. How was it?

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3. Choristers singing. [Music. 4. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat-of-arms,1 and on his head a gilt copper crown.

5. Marquis 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.

。. 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 Norfol, 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; her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side of her, the Bishops of London and Win

chester.

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 gold without flowers.

of

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

Who's that, that bears the scepire? 1 Gent. Marquis Dorset : And that the earl of Surrey with the rod. 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman: and that should be

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Heaven bless thee! [Looking on the Queen. Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd 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;

And, sometimes, falling ones. 1 Gent. No more of that. [Exit Procession, with a great flourish of Trumpets. Enter a third Gentleman.

God save you, sir! Where have you been broiling? 2 Gent. Among the crowd i' the abbey; where a finger

Could not be wedg'd in more; I am stifled
With the mere rankness of their joy.

2 Gent.

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3 Gent. Well worth the seeing.

2 Gent.

Good sir, speak it to us.

3 Gent. As well as I am able. The rich stream' 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 sat down To rest awhile, some half an hour, or so, The beauty of her person to the people. In a rich chair of state, opposing freely Believe me, sir, she is the goodliest woman That ever lay by man: which when the people Had the full view of, such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, (Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks, Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy I never saw before. Great bellied women, That had not half a week to go, like rams4 In the old time of war, would shake the press, And make them reel before them. No man Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven So strangely in one piece.

2 Gent.

But what follow'd? 3 Gent. At length her grace rose, and with mo dest paces Came to the altar; where she kneel'd, and, saintlike, Cast her fair eyes to heaven, and pray'd devoutly Then rose again, and bow'd her to the people: She had all the royal makings of a queen; When by the archbishop of Canterbury As holy oil, Edward Confessor's crown, Laid nobly on her: which perform'd, the choir, The rod, and bird of peace, and all such emblems, With all the choicest music of the kingdom, Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, And with the same full state pac'd back again To York Place, where the feast is held. 1 Gent. Sir, you Must no more call it York Place, that is past : For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost; "Tis now the king's, and call'd-Whitehall. 3 Gent.

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Grif. How does your grace?

Kath.

3

O, Griffith, sick to death.

ingentem foribus domus alta superbis Mane salutantum totis vomit ædibus undam.'

4 i. e. battering rams.

Virg. Georg. ii. 461.

5 This scene is above any other part of Shakspeare's

My legs, like loaden branches, bow to the earth,
Willing to leave their burden: Reach a chair;-
So, now, methinks, I feel a little ease.
So,-now,

Didst thou not tell me, Griffith, as thou led'st me,
That the great child of honour, cardinal Wolsey,
Was dead?

Grif. Yes, madam; but, I think, your grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to't.
Kath. Pr'ythee, good Griffith, tell me how he
died:

If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,1
For my example.
Grif.

Well, the voice goes, madam :
For after the stout Earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward
(As a man sorely tainted) to his answer,
He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill,

He could not sit his mule.2

Kath.

Alas! poor man!

Grif. At last, with easy roads,3 he came to
Leicester,

Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him ;
To whom he gave these 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 sickness
Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this,
About the hour of eight, (which he himself
Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
He gave his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
Kath. So may he rest; 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 stomach,+ ever ranking
Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion
Ty'd all the kingdom: simony was fair play;
His own opinion was his law: I' the presence
He would say untruths; and be ever double,
Both in his words and meaning: He was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful :

His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.

Grif.

Noble madam,

Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues

tragedies, and perhaps above any scene of any other poet, tender and pathetic, without gods, or furies, or poisons, or precipices, without the help of romantic circumstances, without improbable sallies of poetical lamentation, and without any throes of tumultuous misery.-Johnson.

We write in water. May it please your highness
To hear me speak his good now?
Kath.

Yes, good Griffith
I were malicious else.
Grif.
This cardinal,
Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly,
Was fashion'd to much honour from his cradle.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading.
Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not;
But, to those men that sought him, sweet as sum

mer.

And though he were unsatisfied in getting,
(Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam,
He was most princely: Ever witness for him
Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you,
Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ;8
The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being littie:
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.
Kath. After my death I wish no other herald,
No other speaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!
Patience, be near me still; and set me lower;
I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Griffith,
Cause the musicians play me that sad note
I nam'd my knell, whilst I sit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.

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1 Happily is sometimes used by Shakspeare for hap-sage ly, peradventure; but it here more probably means opportunely.

2 Cardinals generally rode on mules, as a mark perhaps of humility. Cavendish says that Wolsey 'rode ike a cardinal sumptuously upon his mule, trapped altogether in crimson velvet and gilt stirrups.'

3 Roads, or rodes, here, is the same as courses, stages, or journeys. From whence also was formed out-rodes, in-rodes, &c.

'May it please your highness

To hear me speak his good now?"

9 This speech is formed on the following passage in Holinshed:-This cardinal (as Edmund Campion in his Historie of Ireland described him,) was a man undoubtedly born to honour; I think (saith he) some prince's bastard, no butcher's sonne; exceeding wise, faire-spoken, high-minded, full of revenge, vitious of his bodie, loftie to his enemies, were they never so bigge,

4 i. e. of unbounded pride or haughtiness. Thus Ho-to those that accepted and sought his friendship wonder. linshed :-- This cardinal was of a great stomach, for he computed himself equal with princes, and by crafty suggestions got into his hands innumerable treasure: he forced little on simony, and was not pitifull, and stood affectionate in his own opinion: in open presence he would lie and seie untruth, and was double both in speech and meaning: he would promise much and perform little he was vicious of his bodie, and gave the clergie evil example.' Ed. 1587, p. 922.

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ful courteous; a ripe schooleman, thrall to affectione, brought a bed with flatterie; insaciable to get, and more princelie in bestowing, as appeareth by his two colleges at Ipswich and Oxenford, the one overthrown with his fall, the other unfinished, and yet as it lyeth, for an house of studentes (considering all the appur tenances) incomparable throughout Christendom.-He held and injoied at once the bishoprickes of Yorke, Duresme, and Winchester, the dignities of lord cardinall, legatt, and chancellor, the abbie of St. Albans, diverse priories, sundrie fat benefices in commendam ; a great

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6 To be ill, evil, or naught of body, was to be adlicted to women: to be lewd in life and manners.

7 This passage has been absurdly pointed in all the modern editions:

stoute in every quarrel, never happy till this his overthrow; wherein he shewed such moderation, and ended so perfectlie, that the houre of his death did him more honour than all the pomp of his life passed.' We have a similar thought in Macbeth :

nothing in his life

Became him like the leaving it'

that held the garland, deliver the same to the other | Sends you his princely commendations, next two, who observe the same order in their And heartily entreats you take good comfort. changes, and holding the garland over her head: Kath. O my good lord, that comfort comes too which done, they deliver the same garland to the late; last two, who likewise observe the same order; at which (as it were by inspiration) she makes in her sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven and so in their dancing they vanish, | carrying the garland with them. The music con

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tinues.
Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are
where are ye? Are ye all
gone?

And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye ?1
Grif. Madam, we are here.
Kath.

It is not you I call for:
Saw ye none enter, since I slept?
Grif.
None, madam.
Kath. No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed
troop

Invite me to a banquet; whose bright faces
Cast thousand beams upon me, like the sun?
They promis'd me eternal happiness ;

And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear: I shall,
Assuredly.

Grif. I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
Possess your fancy.
Kath.

Bid the music leave,

They are harsh and heavy to me. [Music ceases.
Pat.
Do you note,
How much her grace is alter'd on the sudden?
How long her face is drawn? How pale she looks,
And of an earthly cold? Mark you her eyes?
Grif. She is going, wench; pray, pray.
Pat.
Heaven comfort her!

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. An't like your grace,-
Kath.

You are a saucy fellow:
Deserve we no more reverence?
Grif.
You are to blame,
Knowing, she will not lose her wonted greatness,
To use so rude behaviour: go to, kneel.
Mess. I humbly do entreat your highness' par-
don;

My haste made me unmannerly: There is staying
A gentleman, sent from the king, to see you.
Kath. Admit him entrance, Griffith: But this
fellow

Let me ne'er see again.

[Exeunt GRIFFITH and Messenger. Re-enter GRIFFITH, with CAPUCIUS. If my sight fail not, You should be lord ambassador from the emperor, My royal nephew, and your name Capucius. Cap. Madam, the same, your servant. Kath. O my lord, The times, and titles, now are alter'd strangely With me, since first you knew mc. But, I pray you, What is your pleasure with me? Cap.

Noble lady, First, mine own service to your grace; the next, The king's request that I would visit you; Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me

1 Gray had probably this passage in his mind when he made his Bard exclaim on a similar occasion:

6 Stay, O stay! nor thus forlorn

Leave me unbless'd, unpitied, here to mourn.' 2 Queen Katharine's servants, after the divorce at Dunstable, and the Pope's curse stuck up at Dunkirk, were directed to be sworn to serve her not as queen but as princess dowager. Some refused to take the oath, and so were forced to leave her service; and as for those who took it and stayed, she would not be served by them, by which means she was almost destitute of attendants. See Hall's Chronicle, fol. 219. Bishop Burnet says that all the women about her still called her queen. Hist. of the Reformation, p. 162.

3.'

· perceiving hirselfe to waxe verie weake and feeble, and to feele death approaching at hand, caused one of hir gentle women to write a letter to the king,

'Tis like a pardon after execution :
That gentle physic given in time, had cur'd me
But now I am past all comforts here, but prayers.
How does his highness?
Cap.
Madam, in good health.
Kath. So may he ever do! and ever flourish,
When I shall dwell with worms, and my poor name
Banish'd the kingdom!-Patience, is that letter,
I caus'd you write, yet sent away?

Pat. No, madam. [Giving it to KATHARINE.
Kath. Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
lord the king.3
my

This to
Cap.
Most willing, madam.
Kath. In which I have commended to his goodness
The model of our chaste loves, his young daugh-

ter:5

The dews of heaven fall thick in blessings on her !—
Beseeching him, to give her virtuous breeding,
(She is young, and of a noble modest nature;
I hope, she will deserve well;) and a little
To love her for her mother's sake, that lov'd him,
Heaven knows how dearly. My next poor petition
Is, that his noble grace would have some pity
Upon my wretched women, that so long
Have follow'd both my fortunes faithfully :
Of which there is not one, I dare avow,
(And now I should not lie,) but will deserve,
For virtue and true beauty of the soul,
For honesty, and decent carriage,

A right good husband, let him be a noble ;
And, sure, those men are happy that shall have

them.

The last is, for my men: they are the poorest,
But poverty could never draw them from me;-
That they may have their wages duly paid then
And something over to remember me by;
If heaven had pleas'd to have given me longer life,
And able means, we had not parted thus.
These are the whole contents:-And, good my
lord,

By that you love the dearest in this world,
As you wish christian peace to souls departed,
Stand these poor people's friend, and urge the king
To do me this last right.
Cap.
By heaven, I will;
Or let me lose the fashion of a man!

Kath. I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
In all humility unto his highness;
Say, his long trouble now is passing

Out of this world: tell him, in death I bless'd him,
For so I will.-Mine eyes grow dim.-Farewell,
My lord.-Griffith, farewell.-Nay, Patience,
You must not leave me yet. I must to bed;
Call in more women. When I am dead, good
wench,

Let me be us❜d with honour; strew me over
With maiden flowers, that all the world may know
I was a chaste wife to my grave: embalm me,
Then lay me forth: although unqueen'd, yet like
A queen, and daughter to a king, inter me.
I can no more.-

[Exeunt, leading KATHARINE.

commending to him hir daughter and his, beseeching him to stand good father unto hir; and further desired him to have consideration of hir gentlewomen that had served hir, and to see them bestowed in marriage. Further, that it would please him to appoint that hir servants might have their due wages, and a yeares wages beside.' Holinshed, p. 939. This letter probably fell into the hands of Polydore Virgil, who was then in England, and has preserved it in the twenty-seventh book of his history. Lord Herbert has given a translation of it in his History of King Henry VIII.

4 Model, it has been already observed, signified, in the language of our ancestors, a representation or image. Thus in The London Prodigal, 1609 :'Dear copy of my husband! O let me kiss thee!' [Kissing a picture

5 Afterwards Queen Mary. 6 Even if he should be

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