528 RECOLLECTIONS OF THE OLD ACTORS, &C. &C. 



rable picture, painted by Romney. The figures are half-lengths the 

 size of life, and painted on a whole-length cloth, turned with its side 

 downwards ; this picture admirably represents both the character and 

 the man, and it shews that his good sense induced this accomplished 

 actor to adopt a dress nearly approaching to the actual dress of the 

 times in which the scene is supposed to take place, long before John 

 Kemble reformed the costume of the different pieces in which he 

 performed; indeed, Henderson began this practice long before Kemble 

 appeared upon the stage in London. 



THE TRIAL SCENE, FROM QUEEN ANNE BOLEYN ; 



AN UNPUBLISHED TRAGEDY. 



ACT IV. SCENE IV. 



The Kings Hall in the Tower ; at the extremity an elevated Platform, 

 on which is seated the Duke of Norfolk, under a Canopy of State ; 

 in front, beneath him, the Earl of Surry in his Robes of Office, as 

 Earl Marshal ; at the sides the Lord Chancellor Audely, the Duke 

 of Northumberland, and other Peers ; the Lord Mayor and Sheriffs 

 of London, fyc. $c. 



Enter, from opposite sides, Queen Anne Boleyn and Lord Rochford, 

 guarded by Sir William Kingston, $c. fyc. 



Surry. Madam, my duty bids me pray your grace 

 To put off straight, and with my lords deposit 

 Your livery, and ensign of the throne, 

 Which should not bear the shame of accusation. 



Anne. Earl Marshal, cheerfully I do your pleasure, 

 Agreed it prejudice me not anon. 



\JTakes off her crown and mantle, and giving them to an attendant, 

 These are my right, in purity and faith, 

 By nought disparaged, but the wrongs heaped on me ; 

 And I yield them and me to faithful justice, 

 Content her hands should hold them, or restore, 

 As truth and honor claim. So Heaven deliver us ! 



Surry. (Receiving the crown and mantle, which he lays on the table.) 

 Will it please your Highness to be seated ? 



f The Queen bows, but declines the chair placed for her. 



Norf. Anne, Queen of England, George Viscount Rochford, 

 Ye are accused before your Peers of crimes 

 Most hateful to the searching eye of Heaven, 

 And to our sovereign Lord (whom angels help, 

 By those he dearest loved, so deeply wounded), 

 Of treasons, damnable beyond record ; 

 Whereat true men, with one complaining voice, 

 Exclaim your lives are forfeits to your scandal. 



Anne. My Lords, my Lords, I claim some interference. 

 Am I for judgment only here not trial ? 

 And are ye creatures of a plot arranged 



