These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

A load would sink a navy, too much honour:
O, 't is a burden, Cromwell, 't is 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, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,)

To endure more miseries, and greater far,.
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
What news abroad?

Crom.

The heaviest, and the worst,

Is your displeasure with the king.

Wol.

God bless him!

Crom. The next is, that sir Thomas More is chosen Lord chancellor in your place.

That's somewhat sudden:

Wol.
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, as his queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now

Only about her coronation.

Wol. 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 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
Out of thy honest truth to play the woman.
Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell,
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 wrack, 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;
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.

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 Crom

well,

Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king;
And,-Prithee, 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 mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal

I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Crom. Good sir, have patience.

So I have. Farewell

Wol.
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 are well met once again.

2 Gent.

And so are you.

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

hold

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 offer'd sorrow; This general joy.

2 Gent.

"T is well: The citizens,

I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds, (As, let them 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 clainis

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 cus

toms,

a

I should have been beholding to your paper.

Beholding.-This is not a corrupt word, but one constantly used by the writers of Shakspere's day. We have an example of it in Greene's 'Groat's Worth of Wit.'

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 archbishop
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 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.

Álas, good lady!- [Trumpets. The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.

THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.

A lively flourish of Trumpets: then, enter,

1. Two Judges.

2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before

him.

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

per 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.

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