Sir,
You must no more call it York-place, that's past;
For, since the cardinal fell, that title's lost:
'Tis now the king's, and call'd Whitehall.

How was it?

God save you, sir! where have you been broiling?

No more of that.

It is; and all the rest are countesses.

They that bear
The cloth of honour over her, are four barons
Of the Cinque-ports.

Yes;

'Tis the same: high-steward.

Marquess Dorset:
And that the Earl of Surrey, with the rod.

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 ...

Yes; 'tis the list
Of those that claim their offices this day
By custom of the coronation.
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.

Never greater,
Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.

'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow;
This, general joy.

You come to take your stand here, and behold
The Lady Anne pass from her coronation?

You're well met once again.

'Tis woful.
We are too open here to argue this;
Let's think in private more.

'Tis the cardinal;
And merely to revenge him on the emperor
For not bestowing on him, at his asking,
The archbishopric of Toledo, this is purposed.

Yes, but it held not:
For when the king once heard it, out of anger
He sent command to the lord mayor straight
To stop the rumor, and allay those tongues
That durst disperse it.

Let me have it;
I do not talk much.

Good angels keep it from us!
What may it be? You do not doubt my faith, sir?

O, this is full of pity! Sir, it calls,
I fear, too many curses on their beads
That were the authors.

Stay there, sir,
And see the noble ruin'd man you speak of.

At his return
No doubt he will requite it. This is noted,
And generally, whoever the king favours,
The cardinal instantly will find employment,
And far enough from court too.

'Tis likely,
By all conjectures: first, Kildare's attainder,
Then deputy of Ireland; who removed,
Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too,
Lest he should help his father.

Sure, he does not:
He never was so womanish; the cause
He may a little grieve at.

When he was brought again to the bar, to hear
His knell rung out, his judgment, he was stirr'd
With such an agony, he sweat extremely,
And something spoke in choler, ill, and hasty:
But he fell to himself again, and sweetly
In all the rest show'd a ...

The same.
All these accused him strongly; which he fain
Would have flung from him, but, indeed, he could not:
And so his peers, upon this evidence,
Have found him guilty of high treason. Much
He spoke, and learnedly, for life; but all
Was either pitied in him or forgotten.

I'll tell you in a little. The great duke
Came to the bar; where to his accusations
He pleaded still not guilty and alleged
Many sharp reasons to defeat the law.
The king's attorney on the contrary
Urged on the examinations, proofs, confessions
Of divers witnesses; which the ...

So are a number more.

Yes, truly is he, and condemn'd upon't.

You may guess quickly what.

Yes, indeed, was I.

I'll save you
That labour, sir. All's now done, but the ceremony
Of bringing back the prisoner.

Whither away so fast?