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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!

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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 420
For thine own future safety.

Crom.

O my lord,

Must I, then, leave you? Must I needs forgo
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. 425
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

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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, 435
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,

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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! 440
By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?
Love thyself last. Cherish those hearts that hate
thee;

Corruption wins not more than honesty.

Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,

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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, prithee, 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

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

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal 455
I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age

Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Crom. Good sir, have patience.

Wol.

So I have. Farewell

The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do

dwell.

Exeunt.

ACT FOURTH

SCENE I

[A street in Westminster.]

Enter two Gentlemen meeting one another.

So are you.

1. Gent. You're well met once again. 2. Gent. 1. Gent. You come to take your stand here, and behold The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?

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2. Gent. "Tis all my business. At our last encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1. 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 'em 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; 'tis the list

Of those that claim their offices this day
By custom of the coronation.

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The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims

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 customs,

I should have been beholding to your paper.

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But, I beseech you, what's become of Katherine, 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.

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Alas, good lady! 35 [Trumpets.] The trumpets sound; stand close, the Queen is coming.

THE ORDER OF THE CORONATION

1. A lively flourish of Trumpets.

2. Then, two Judges.

Hautboys.

3. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before

him.

4. Choristers, singing.

Music.

5. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head he wore a gilt copper crown.

6. Marquess 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.

7. 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.

8. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen in her robe, in her hair richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side her, the Bishops of London and Winchester. 9. The old Duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the Queen's train.

10. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold without flowers.

Exeunt, first passing over the stage in order and state, and then a great flourish of trumpets.

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