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The Life of King Henry the Eight. His Greatnesse is a ripening, nippes his roote, And then he fals as I do. I haue ventur'd Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders:
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This many Summers in a Sea of Glory, But farre beyond my depth: my high‑blowne Pride At length broke vnder me, and now ha's left me Weary, and old with Seruice, to the mercy Of a rude streame, that must for euer hide me.
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Vaine pompe, and glory of this World, I hate ye, I feele my heart new open'd. Oh how wretched Is that poore man, that hangs on Princes fauours? There is betwixt that smile we would aspire too, That sweet Aspect of Princes, and their ruine,
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More pangs, and feares then warres, or women haue; And when he falles, he falles like Lucifer, Neuer to hope againe. Enter Cromwell, standing amazed. Why how now Cromwell?
Crom. I haue no power to speake Sir. Car.
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What, amaz'd At my misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder A great man should decline. Nay, and you weep I am falne indeed.
Crom. How does your Grace. Card.
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Why well: Neuer so truly happy, my good Cromwell, I know my selfe now, and I feele within me, A peace aboue all earthly Dignities, A still, and quiet Conscience. The King ha's cur'd me,
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I humbly thanke his Grace: and from these shoulders These ruin'd Pillers, out of pitty, taken A loade, would sinke a Nauy, (too much Honor.) O 'tis a burden Cromwel, 'tis a burden Too heauy for a man, that hopes for Heauen.
Crom.
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I am glad your Grace, Ha's made that right vse of it.
Card. I hope I haue: I am able now (me thinkes) (Out of a Fortitude of Soule, I feele)
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To endure more Miseries, and greater farre Then my Weake‑hearted Enemies, dare offer. What Newes abroad ?
Crom. The heauiest, and the worst, Is your displeasure with the King. Card.
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God blesse him.
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen Lord Chancellor, in your place. Card. That's somewhat sodain. But he's a Learned man. May he continue
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Long in his Highnesse fauour, and do Iustice For Truths‑sake, and his Conscience; that his bones, When he ha's run his course, and sleepes in Blessings, May haue a Tombe of Orphants teares wept on him. What more?
Crom.
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That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Install'd Lord Arch‑byshop of Canterbury.
Card. That's Newes indeed. Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in secrecie long married,
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This day was view'd in open, as his Queene, Going to Chappell: and the voyce is now Onely about her Corronation.
Card. There was the waight that pull'd me downe, O Cromwell,
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The King ha's gone beyond me: All my Glories In that one woman, I haue lost for euer.

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No Sun, shall euer vsher forth mine Honors, Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted Vpon my smiles. Go get thee from me Cromwel,
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I am a poore falne man, vnworthy now To be thy Lord, and Master. Seeke the King (That Sun, I pray may neuer set) I haue told him, What, and how true thou art; he will aduance thee: Some little memory of me, will stirre him
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(I know his Noble Nature) not to let Thy hopefull seruice perish too. Good Cromwell Neglect him not; make vse now, and prouide For thine owne future safety.
Crom. O my Lord,
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Must I then leaue you? Must I needes forgo So good, so Noble, and so true a Master? Beare witnesse, all that haue not hearts of Iron, With what a sorrow Cromwel leaues his Lord. The King shall haue my seruice; but my prayres
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For euer, and for euer shall be yours.
Card. Cromwel, I did not thinke to shed a teare 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 farre heare me Cromwel,
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And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleepe in dull cold Marble, where no mention Of me, more must be heard of: Say I taught thee, Say Wolsey, that once trod the wayes of Glory, And sounded all the Depths, and Shoales of Honor,
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Found thee a way (out of his wracke) to rise in: A sure, and safe one, though thy Master mist it. Marke but my Fall, and that that Ruin'd me: Cromwel, I charge thee, fling away Ambition, By that sinne fell the Angels: how can man then
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(The Image of his Maker) hope to win by it? Loue thy selfe last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more then Honesty. Still in thy right hand, carry gentle Peace To silence enuious Tongues. Be iust, and feare not;
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Let all the ends thou aym'st at, be thy Countries, Thy Gods, and Truths. Then if thou fall'st (O Cromwell) Thou fall'st a blessed Martyr. Serue the King: And prythee leade me in: There take an Inuentory of all I haue,
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To the last peny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe, And my Integrity to Heauen, is all, I dare now call mine owne. O Cromwel, Cromwel, Had I but seru'd my God, with halfe the Zeale I seru'd my King: he would not in mine Age
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Haue left me naked to mine Enemies.
Crom. Good Sir, haue patience. Card. So I haue. Farewell The Hopes of Court, my Hopes in Heauen do dwell. Exeunt.
Aetus Quartus. Scena Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. 1 Y'are well met once againe. 2
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So are you.
1 You come to take your stand heere, and behold The Lady Anne, passe from her Corronation. 2 'Tis

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Aetus Quartus. Scena Prima. [Act 4, Scene 1] Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. 1 Y'are well met once againe. 2
[2265]
So are you.
1 You come to take your stand heere, and behold The Lady Anne, passe from her Corronation. 2 'Tis all my businesse. At our last encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his Triall. 1
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'Tis very true. But that time offer'd sorrow, This generall ioy.
2 'Tis well: The Citizens I am sure haue shewne at full their Royall minds, As let 'em haue their rights, they are euer forward
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In Celebration of this day with Shewes, Pageants, and Sights of Honor.
1 Neuer greater, Nor Ile assure you better taken Sir. 2 May I be bold to aske what that containes,
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That Paper in your hand.
1 Yes, 'tis the List Of those that claime their Offices this day, By custome of the Coronation. The Duke of Suffolke is the first, and claimes
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To be high Steward; Next the Duke of Norfolke, He to be Earle Marshall: you may reade the rest.
1 I thanke you Sir: Had I not known those customs, I should haue beene beholding to your Paper: But I beseech you, what's become of Katherine
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The Princesse Dowager? How goes her businesse?
1 That I can tell you too. The Archbishop Of Canterbury, accompanied with other Learned, and Reuerend Fathers of his Order, Held a late Court at Dunstable; sixe miles off
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From Ampthill, where the Princesse lay, to which She was often cyted by them, but appear'd not: And to be short, for not Appearance, and The Kings late Scruple, by the maine assent Of all these Learned men, she was diuorc'd,
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And the late Marriage made of none effect: Since which, she was remou'd to Kymmalton, Where she remaines now sicke.
2 Alas good Lady. The Trumpets sound: Stand close,
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The Queene is comming.
Ho‑boyes. The Order of the Coronation. 1 A liuely Flourish of Trumpets. 2 Then, two Iudges. 3 Lord Chancellor, with Purse and Mace before him. 4 Quirristers singing. Musicke. 5 Maior of London, bearing the Mace. Then Garter, in his Coate of Armes, and on his head he wore a Gilt Copper Crowne. 6 Marquesse Dorset, bearing a Scepter of Gold, on his head, a Demy Coronall of Gold. With him, the Earle of Surrey, bearing the Rod of Siluer with the Doue, Crowned with an Earles Coronet. Collars of Esses. 7 Duke of Suffolke, in his Robe of Estate, his Coronet on his head, bearing a long white Wand, as High Steward. With him, the Duke of Norfolke, with the Rod of Marshalship, a Coronet on his head. Collars of Esses. 8 A Canopy, borne by foure of the Cinque‑Ports, vnder it the Queene in her Robe, in her haire, richly adorned with Pearle, Crowned. On each side her, the Bishops of London, and Winchester. 9 The Olde Dutchesse of Norfolke, in a Coronall of Gold, wrought with Flowers, bearing the Queenes Traine. 10 Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plaine Circlets of Gold, without Flowers. Exeunt, first passing ouer the Stage in Order and State, and then, A great Flourish of Trumpets. 2 A Royall Traine beleeue me: These I know: Who's that that beares the Scepter? 1 Marquesse Dorset, And that the Earle of Surrey, with the Rod. 2
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A bold braue Gentleman. That should bee The Duke of Suffolke.
1 'Tis the same: high Steward. 2 And that my Lord of Norfolke? 1 Yes. 2
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Heauen blesse thee, Thou hast the sweetest face I euer look'd on. Sir, as I haue a Soule, she is an Angell; Our King has all the Indies in his Armes, And more, and, richer, when he straines that Lady,
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I cannot blame his Conscience.
1 They that beare The Cloath of Honour ouer her, are foure Barons Of the Cinque Ports. 2 Those men are happy,
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And so are all, are neere her. I take it, she that carries vp the Traine, Is that old Noble Lady, Dutchesse of Norfolke.
1 It is, and all the rest are Countesses. 2 Their Coronets say so. These are Starres indeed,
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And sometimes falling ones.
2 This speech is conventionally attributed to Gentleman 1. No more of that. Enter third Gentleman. 1 God saue you Sir. Where haue you bin broiling? 3 Among the crow'd i'th'Abbey, where a finger Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stifled
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With the meere ranknesse of their ioy.
2 You saw the Ceremony ? 3 That I did. 1 How was it? 3 Well worth the seeing. 2
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Good Sir, speake it to vs?
3 As well as I am able. The rich streame Of Lords, and Ladies, hauing brought the Queene To a prepar'd place in the Quire, fell off A distance from her; while her Grace sate downe
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To rest a while, some halfe an houre, or so, In a rich Chaire of State, opposing freely The Beauty of her Person to the People. Beleeue me Sir, she is the goodliest Woman That euer lay by man: which when the people
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Had the full view of, such a noyse arose, As the shrowdes make at Sea, in a stiffe Tempest, As lowd, and to as many Tunes. Hats, Cloakes, (Doublets, I thinke) flew vp, and had their Faces Bin loose, this day they had been lost. Such ioy
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I neuer saw before. Great belly'd women, That had not halfe a weeke to go, like Rammes In the old time of Warre, would shake the prease And make 'em reele before 'em. No man liuing Could say this is my wife there, all were wouen
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So strangely in one peece.
2 But what follow'd? 3 At length, her Grace rose, and with modest paces Came to the Altar, where she kneel'd, and Saint‑like Cast her faire eyes to Heauen, and pray'd deuoutly,
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Then rose againe, and bow'd her to the people: When by the Arch‑byshop of Canterbury, She had all the Royall makings of a Queene; As holy Oyle, Edward Confessors Crowne, The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all such Emblemes
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Laid Nobly on her: which perform'd, the Quire With all the choysest Musicke of the Kingdome, Together sung Te Deum. So she parted, And with the same full State pac'd backe againe To Yorke‑Place, where the Feast is held.
1
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Sir, You must no more call it Yorke‑place, that's past: For since the Cardinall fell, that Titles lost, 'Tis now the Kings, and call'd White‑Hall.
3 I know it:
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But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name Is fresh about me.
2 What two Reuerend Byshops Were those that went on each side of the Queene? 3 Stokeley and Gardiner, the one of Winchester,
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Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary: The other London.
2 He of Winchester Is held no great good louer of the Archbishops, The vertuous Cranmer. 3
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All the Land knowes that: How euer, 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,
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A man in much esteeme with th'King, and truly A worthy Friend. The King ha's made him Master o'th'Iewell House, And one already of the Priuy Councell.
2 He will deserue more. 3
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Yes without all doubt. Come Gentlemen, ye shall go my way, Which is to'th Court, and there ye shall be my Guests: Something I can command. As I walke thither, Ile tell ye more.
Both.
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You may command vs Sir.
Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="2291">That I can tell you too. The Archbishop</l>
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      <l n="2296">She was often cyted by them, but appear'd not:</l>
      <l n="2297">And to be short, for not Appearance, and</l>
      <l n="2298">The Kings late Scruple, by the maine assent</l>
      <l n="2299">Of all these Learned men, she was diuorc'd,</l>
      <l n="2300">And the late Marriage made of none effect:</l>
      <l n="2301">Since which, she was remou'd to Kymmalton,</l>
      <l n="2302">Where she remaines now sicke.</l>
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      <l n="2303">Alas good Lady.</l>
      <l n="2304">The Trumpets sound: Stand close,</l>
      <l n="2305">The Queene is comming.</l>
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      <l n="2310">A bold braue Gentleman. That should bee</l>
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      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2312">'Tis the same: high Steward.</l>
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      <l n="2313">And that my Lord of Norfolke?</l>
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      <l n="2314">Yes.</l>
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      <l n="2315">Heauen blesse thee,</l>
      <l n="2316">Thou hast the sweetest face I euer look'd on.</l>
      <l n="2317">Sir, as I haue a Soule, she is an Angell;</l>
      <l n="2318">Our King has all the Indies in his Armes,</l>
      <l n="2319">And more, and, richer, when he straines that Lady,</l>
      <l n="2320">I cannot blame his Conscience.</l>
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      <l n="2321">They that beare</l>
      <l n="2322">The Cloath of Honour ouer her, are foure Barons</l>
      <l n="2323">Of the Cinque Ports.</l>
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      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2324">Those men are happy,</l>
      <l n="2325">And so are all, are neere her.</l>
      <l n="2326">I take it, she that carries vp the Traine,</l>
      <l n="2327">Is that old Noble Lady, Dutchesse of Norfolke.</l>
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      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2328">It is, and all the rest are Countesses.</l>
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      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2329">Their Coronets say so. These are Starres indeed,</l>
      <l n="2330">And sometimes falling ones.</l>
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      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <note type="editorial" resp="#ES">This speech is conventionally attributed to Gentleman 1.</note>
      <l n="2331">No more of that.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter third Gentleman.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2332">God saue you Sir. Where haue you bin broiling?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2333">Among the crow'd i'th'Abbey, where a finger</l>
      <l n="2334">Could not be wedg'd in more: I am stifled</l>
      <l n="2335">With the meere ranknesse of their ioy.</l>
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      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2336">You saw the Ceremony<c rend="italic">?</c>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2337">That I did.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2338">How was it?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2339">Well worth the seeing.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2340">Good Sir, speake it to vs?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2341">As well as I am able. The rich streame</l>
      <l n="2342">Of Lords, and Ladies, hauing brought the Queene</l>
      <l n="2343">To a prepar'd place in the Quire, fell off</l>
      <l n="2344">A distance from her; while her Grace sate downe</l>
      <l n="2345">To rest a while, some halfe an houre, or so,</l>
      <l n="2346">In a rich Chaire of State, opposing freely</l>
      <l n="2347">The Beauty of her Person to the People.</l>
      <l n="2348">Beleeue me Sir, she is the goodliest Woman</l>
      <l n="2349">That euer lay by man: which when the people</l>
      <l n="2350">Had the full view of, such a noyse arose,</l>
      <l n="2351">As the shrowdes make at Sea, in a stiffe Tempest,</l>
      <l n="2352">As lowd, and to as many Tunes. Hats, Cloakes,</l>
      <l n="2353">(Doublets, I thinke) flew vp, and had their Faces</l>
      <l n="2354">Bin loose, this day they had been lost. Such ioy</l>
      <l n="2355">I neuer saw before. Great belly'd women,</l>
      <l n="2356">That had not halfe a weeke to go, like Rammes</l>
      <l n="2357">In the old time of Warre, would shake the prease</l>
      <l n="2358">And make 'em reele before 'em. No man liuing</l>
      <l n="2359">Could say this is my wife there, all were wouen</l>
      <l n="2360">So strangely in one peece.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2361">But what follow'd?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2362">At length, her Grace rose, and with modest paces</l>
      <l n="2363">Came to the Altar, where she kneel'd, and Saint‑like</l>
      <l n="2364">Cast her faire eyes to Heauen, and pray'd deuoutly,</l>
      <l n="2365">Then rose againe, and bow'd her to the people:</l>
      <l n="2366">When by the Arch‑byshop of Canterbury,</l>
      <l n="2367">She had all the Royall makings of a Queene;</l>
      <l n="2368">As holy Oyle,<hi rend="italic">Edward</hi>Confessors Crowne,</l>
      <l n="2369">The Rod, and Bird of Peace, and all such Emblemes</l>
      <l n="2370">Laid Nobly on her: which perform'd, the Quire</l>
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      <l n="2371">With all the choysest Musicke of the Kingdome,</l>
      <l n="2372">Together sung<hi rend="italic">Te Deum</hi>. So she parted,</l>
      <l n="2373">And with the same full State pac'd backe againe</l>
      <l n="2374">To Yorke‑Place, where the Feast is held.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.1">
      <speaker>1</speaker>
      <l n="2375">Sir,</l>
      <l n="2376">You must no more call it Yorke‑place, that's past:</l>
      <l n="2377">For since the Cardinall fell, that Titles lost,</l>
      <l n="2378">'Tis now the Kings, and call'd White‑Hall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2379">I know it:</l>
      <l n="2380">But 'tis so lately alter'd, that the old name</l>
      <l n="2381">Is fresh about me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2382">What two Reuerend Byshops</l>
      <l n="2383">Were those that went on each side of the Queene?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2384">
         <hi rend="italic">Stokeley</hi>and<hi rend="italic">Gardiner</hi>, the one of Winchester,</l>
      <l n="2385">Newly preferr'd from the Kings Secretary:</l>
      <l n="2386">The other London.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2387">He of Winchester</l>
      <l n="2388">Is held no great good louer of the Archbishops,</l>
      <l n="2389">The vertuous<hi rend="italic">Cranmer</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2390">All the Land knowes that:</l>
      <l n="2391">How euer, yet there is no great breach, when it comes</l>
      <l n="2392">
         <hi rend="italic">Cranmer</hi>will finde a Friend will not shrinke from him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2393">Who may that be, I pray you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2394">
         <hi rend="italic">Thomas Cromwell</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2395">A man in much esteeme with th'King, and truly</l>
      <l n="2396">A worthy Friend. The King ha's made him</l>
      <l n="2397">Master o'th'Iewell House,</l>
      <l n="2398">And one already of the Priuy Councell.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.2">
      <speaker>2</speaker>
      <l n="2399">He will deserue more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.3">
      <speaker>3</speaker>
      <l n="2400">Yes without all doubt.</l>
      <l n="2401">Come Gentlemen, ye shall go my way,</l>
      <l n="2402">Which is to'th Court, and there ye shall be my Guests:</l>
      <l n="2403">Something I can command. As I walke thither,</l>
      <l n="2404">Ile tell ye more.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-gen.1 #F-h8-gen.2">
      <speaker rend="italic">Both.</speaker>
      <l n="2405">You may command vs Sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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