But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name 2 What two Reverend Byshops Were those that went on each side of the Queene? 3 Stokeley and Gardiner, the one of Winchester, Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary: The other London. 2 He of Winchester Is held no great good lover of the Archbishops, 3 All the Land knowes that: 151 How ever, yet there is no great breach, when it comes Cranmer will finde a Friend will not shrinke from him. 2 Who may that be, I pray you. 3 Thomas Cromwell, A man in much esteeme with th' King, and truly A worthy Friend. The King ha's made him Master o'th' Jewell House, And one already of the Privy Councell. 2 He will deserve more. 3 Yes without all doubt. Come Gentlemen, ye shall go my way, 160 Which is to'th Court, and there ye shall be my Guests: 150. Stokeley: Stokesly-4F. 162-3. 2 ll. ending master, jewelhouse-CAMBRIDGE. 167-8. 2 ll. ending which, guests-CAPELL. Scena Secunda. [Kimbolton.] Enter Katherine Dowager, sicke, lead betweene Griffith, her Gentleman Usher, and Patience ber Woman. Grif. How do's your Grace? Kath. O Griffith, sicke to death: My Legges like loaden Branches bow to' th' Earth, Did'st thou not tell me Griffith, as thou lead'st mee, 10 Grif. Yes Madam: but I thanke your Grace Out of the paine you suffer'd, gave no eare too't. Kath. Pre' thee good Griffith, tell me how he dy'de. If well, he stept before me happily For my example. Grif. Well, the voyce goes Madam, For after the stout Earle Northumberland Arrested him at Yorke, and brought him forward As a man sorely tainted, to his Answer, He could not sit his Mule. Kath. Alas poore man. 20 Grif. At last, with easie Rodes, he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the Abbey; where the reverend Abbot With all his Covent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words. O Father Abbot, An old man, broken with the stormes of State, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: 13. thanke: think-2-4F. 30 Give him a little earth for Charity. So went to bed; where eagerly his sicknesse His Faults lye gently on him: Yet thus farre Griffith, give me leave to speake him, Of an unbounded stomacke,1 ever ranking One that by suggestion 40 1 pride Ty'de all the Kingdome. Symonie, was faire play, Grif. Noble Madam: Mens evill manners, live in Brasse, their Vertues 50 We write in Water. May it please your Highnesse To heare me speake his good now? Kath. Yes good Griffith, I were malicious else. Grif. This Cardinall, Though from an humble Stocke, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much Honor. 39-40. I 1.-POPE. 60 From his Cradle 62. Honor. From bis Cradle: honour from his cradle.-THEOBALD. He was a Scholler, and a ripe, and good one: That Christendome shall ever speake his Vertue. Then man could give him; he dy’de, fearing God. 80 Sad and solemne Musicke. 90 Grif. She is asleep: Good wench, let's sit down quiet, For feare we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience. The Vision. Enter solemnely tripping one after another, sixe Personages, clad in white Robes, wearing on their heades Garlands of Bayes, and golden Vizards on their faces, Branches of Bayes | or Palme in their hands. They first Conge unto her, then | Dance: and at certaine Changes, the first two hold a spare | Garland over her Head, at which the other foure make re- | verend Curtsies. Then the two that held the Garland, deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same or- | der in their Changes, and holding the Garland over her | head. Which done, they deliver the same Garland to the | last two: who likewise observe the same Order. At which | (as it were by inspiration) she makes (in her sleepe) signes of rejoycing, and holdeth up her bands to heaven. And so, in their Dancing vanish, carrying the Garland with them. | The Musicke continues. III Kath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye all gone? And leave me heere in wretchednesse, behinde ye? Grif. Madam, we are heere. Kath. It is not you I call for, Saw ye none enter since I slept? Kath. No? Saw you not even now a blessed Troope Invite me to a Banquet, whose bright faces Cast thousand beames upon me, like the Sun? 102-3. reverend: reverent-MALone Var. 120 |