Act IV
Scene I
A street in Westminster.
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. | |
First Gentleman | You’re well met once again. |
Second Gentleman | So are you. |
First Gentleman |
You come to take your stand here, and behold
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Second Gentleman |
’Tis all my business. At our last encounter,
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First Gentleman |
’Tis very true: but that time offer’d sorrow;
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Second Gentleman |
’Tis well: the citizens,
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First Gentleman |
Never greater,
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Second Gentleman |
May I be bold to ask at what that contains,
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First Gentleman |
Yes; ’tis the list
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Second Gentleman |
I thank you, sir: had I not known those customs,
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First Gentleman |
That I can tell you too. The Archbishop
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Second Gentleman |
Alas, good lady! Trumpets.
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The Order of the Coronation
They pass over the stage in order and state. |
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Second Gentleman |
A royal train, believe me. These I know:
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First Gentleman |
Marquess Dorset:
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Second Gentleman |
A bold brave gentleman. That should be
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First Gentleman | ’Tis the same: high-steward. |
Second Gentleman | And that my Lord of Norfolk? |
First Gentleman | Yes; |
Second Gentleman |
Heaven bless thee! Looking on the Queen.
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First Gentleman |
They that bear
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Second Gentleman |
Those men are happy; and so are all are near her.
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First Gentleman | It is; and all the rest are countesses. |
Second Gentleman |
Their coronets say so. These are stars indeed;
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First Gentleman | No more of that. Exit procession, and then a great flourish of trumpets. |
Enter a Third Gentleman. | |
First Gentleman | God save you, sir! where have you been broiling? |
Third Gentleman |
Among the crowd i’ the Abbey; where a finger
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Second Gentleman |
You saw
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Third Gentleman | That I did. |
First Gentleman | How was it? |
Third Gentleman | Well worth the seeing. |
Second Gentleman | Good sir, speak it to us. |
Third Gentleman |
As well as I am able. The rich stream
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Second Gentleman | But, what follow’d? |
Third Gentleman |
At length her grace rose, and with modest paces
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First Gentleman |
Sir,
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Third Gentleman |
I know it;
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Second Gentleman |
What two reverend bishops
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Third Gentleman |
Stokesly and Gardiner; the one of Winchester,
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Second Gentleman |
He of Winchester
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Third Gentleman |
All the land knows that:
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Second Gentleman | Who may that be, I pray you? |
Third Gentleman |
Thomas Cromwell;
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Second Gentleman | He will deserve more. |
Third Gentleman |
Yes, without all doubt.
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Both | You may command us, sir. Exeunt. |
Scene II
Kimbolton.
Enter Katherine, Dowager, sick; led between Griffith, her gentleman usher, and Patience, her woman. | |
Griffith | How does your grace? |
Katherine |
O Griffith, sick to death!
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Griffith |
Yes, madam; but I think your grace,
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Katherine |
Prithee, good Griffith, tell me how he died:
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Griffith |
Well, the voice goes, madam:
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Katherine | Alas, poor man! |
Griffith |
At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
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Katherine |
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
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Griffith |
Noble madam,
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Katherine |
Yes, good Griffith;
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Griffith |
This cardinal,
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Katherine |
After my death I wish no other herald,
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Griffith |
She is asleep: good wench, let’s sit down quiet,
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The vision. Enter, solemnly tripping one after another, six personages, clad in white robes, wearing on their heads garlands of bays, and golden vizards on their faces; branches of bays or palm in their hands. They first congee unto her, then dance; and, at certain changes, the first two hold a spare garland over her head; at which the other four make reverent curtsies; then the two that held the garland deliver the same to the other next two, who observe the same order 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 sleep signs of rejoicing, and holdeth up her hands to heaven: and so in their dancing vanish, carrying the garland with them. The music continues. | |
Katherine |
Spirits of peace, where are ye? are ye all gone,
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Griffith | Madam, we are here. |
Katherine |
It is not you I call for:
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Griffith | None, madam. |
Katherine |
No? Saw you not, even now, a blessed troop
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Griffith |
I am most joyful, madam, such good dreams
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Katherine |
Bid the music leave,
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Patience |
Do you note
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Griffith | She is going, wench: pray, pray. |
Patience | Heaven comfort her! |
Enter a Messenger. | |
Messenger | An’t like your grace— |
Katherine |
You are a saucy fellow:
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Griffith |
You are to blame,
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Messenger |
I humbly do entreat your highness’ pardon;
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Katherine |
Admit him entrance, Griffith: but this fellow
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Re-enter Griffith, with Capucius. | |
If my sight fail not,
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Capucius | Madam, the same; your servant. |
Katherine |
O, my lord,
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Capucius |
Noble lady,
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Katherine |
O my good lord, that comfort comes too late;
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Capucius | Madam, in good health. |
Katherine |
So may he ever do! and ever flourish,
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Patience | No, madam. Giving it to Katherine. |
Katherine |
Sir, I most humbly pray you to deliver
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Capucius | Most willing, madam. |
Katherine |
In which I have commended to his goodness
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Capucius |
By heaven, I will,
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Katherine |
I thank you, honest lord. Remember me
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