GRIFFITH

How do's your Grace? Yes Madam: but I thank your Grace Out of the pain you suffered, gave no ear too't. Well, the voice goes Madam, For after the stout Earl Northumberland Arrested him at The ke, and brought him forward As a man sorely tainted, to his Answer, He fell sick suddenly, and grew so ill He could not fit his Mule. At last, with easy Rhodes, he came to Leicester, Lodged in the Abbey; where the reverend Abbot With all his Covent, honourably received him; To whom he gave these words. Oh Father Abbot, And old man, broken with the storms of State, Is come to lay his weary bones among you Give him a little earth for Charity. So went to bed; where eagerly his sickness Pursued him still, and three nights after this, About the hour of eight, which he himself Foretold should be his last, full of Repentance, Continual Meditations, Tears, and Sorrows, He gave his Honours to the world again, His blessed partly to Heaven, and slept in peace. Noble Madam: Men's evil manners, live in Brass, their Virtues We write in Water. May it please your Highness To hear me speak his good now? This Cardinal, Though from and humble Stock, undoubtedly Was fashioned to much Honour. From his Cradle He was a Scholar, and a ripe, and good one: Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour to them that loved him not: But, to those men that sought him, sweet as Summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin) yet in bestowing, Madam, He was most Princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of Learning, that he raised in you, Ipswich and Oxford: one of which, fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it. The other (though unfinished) yet so Famous, So excellent in Art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his Virtue. His Overthrow, heaped Happiness upon him: For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the Blessedness of being little And to add greater Honours to his Age Then man could give him; he died, fearing God. She is asleep: Good wench, let's fit down quiet, For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience. Madam, we are here. None Madam. I am most joyful Madam, such good dreams Possess your Fancy. She is going Wench. Pray, pray. You are too blame, Knowing she will not lose her wonted Greatness To use so rude behaviour. Go too, kneel.