As touching the manner of whose death, some say that she died of a tympany [_dropsy_]; some, by her much sighing before her death, supposed she died of thought and sorrow. Whereupon her Council seeing her sighing, and desirous to know the cause, to the end they might minister the more ready consolation unto her, feared, as they said, that "She took that thought for the King's Majesty her husband, which was gone from her." To whom she answering again, "Indeed," said she, "that may be one cause; but that is not the greatest wound that pierceth my oppressed mind!" but what that was, she would not express to them. Albeit, afterwards, she opened the matter more plainly to Master RYSE and Mistress CLARENTIUS [_p. 140_] (if it be true that they told me, which heard it of Master RYSE himself); who (then being most familiar with her, and most bold about her) told her that "They feared she took thought for King PHILIP's departing from her." "Not that only," said she, "but when I am dead and opened; you shall find Calais lying in my heart," &c. * * * * * And here an end of Queen MARY and her persecution. Of which Queen, this truly, may be affirmed, and left in story for a perpetual Memorial or Epitaph, for all Kings and Queens that shall succeed her, to be noted, that before her, never was read in story of any King or Queen in England, since the time of King LUCIUS, under whom, in time of peace, by hanging, heading, burning, and prisoning, so much Christian blood, so many Englishmen's lives were spilled within this realm, as under the said Queen MARY, for the space of four years, was to be seen; and I beseech the LORD may never be seen hereafter. [Illustration] [Illustration: _+THE PASSAGE+ of our most dread Sovereign Lady, Queen ELIZABETH, through the City of London to Westminster, the day before her Coronation._ Anno. 1558. _Cum privilegio._] [Illustration] _The Receiving of the Queen's Majesty._ [Compare this with the similar Procession of her Mother in Volume II. _p._ 46; and of her sister MARY at _p._ 84 of this Volume. Here we see the Londoners in a kind of delirium of joy. The horrid nightmare of the burnings, of national loss and dishonour at Calais, &c., had passed away. Men could now breathe freely, and look forward to better times.]