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Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Last, that the lady Anne,
O Cromwell, The king has gone beyond me, all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever: No sun shall eyer 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 use 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.
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me
thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 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 fallst, O
Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; And,—Proythee, 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
I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Crom. Good sir, have patience.
So I have. Farewel The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.
A STREET IN WESTMINSTER.
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.
And so are you. i Gent. You come to take your stand here, and
behold . The lady Anne pass from her coronation? 2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last en
counter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. i Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd
sorrow; This, general joy.
2 Gent. 'Tis well: the citizens, I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds; As, let them have their rights, they are ever for
ward 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 con
tains, That paper in your hand? 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
those 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? i 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 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: Since which, she was remov'd to Kimbolton, Where she remains now, sick. 2 Gent.
Alas, good lady!
[Trumpets. The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is
THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.
A lively flourish of trumpets; then, enter 1. Two judges. 2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before