Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou shouldst And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely, All, goodness Is poison to thy stomach. Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.- Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,- Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this man, But that I am bound in charity against it! hand: But, thus much, they are foul ones. So much fairer, Wol. Sur. This cannot save you: I thank my memory, I yet remember Wol. It is, to see a nobleman want manners. Sur. I'd rather want those than my head. Have at you. First, that, without the king's assent, or knowledge, Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else To foreign princes, Ego et Rex meus Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the king To be your servant. Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge Either of king or council, when you went Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold To carry into Flanders the great seal. Sur Item, you sent a large commission To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude, Without the king's will, or the state's allowance, A league between his highness and Ferrara. Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin. Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable substance, (By what means got, I leave to your own conscience,) Cham. Sur. I forgive him. Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is,d Out of the king's protection :-This is my charge. The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed. Crom. How does your grace? Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, A load would sink a navy, too much honour: Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, methinks, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,) To endure more miseries, and greater far, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer. Crom. The heaviest, and the worst, Is your displeasure with the king. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that sir Thomas More is chosen Lord chancellor in your place. That's somewhat sudden: Wol. But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em! What more? Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury. Wol. That's news indeed. Crom Last, that the lady Anne, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. The king has gone beyond me, all my glories (I know his noble nature,) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. Crom. O my lord, Must I then leave you? must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.The king shall have my service; but my prayers For ever, and for ever, shall be yours. Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And,-when I am forgotten, as I shall be; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of,-say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, I dare now call mine own. Ó Cromwell, Cromwell, Crom. Good sir, have patience. So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. [Exeunt. A street in Westminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. You are well met once again. 2 Gent. And so are you. Gent. You come to take your stand here, and behold The lady Anne pass from her coronation? 2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last en counter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1 Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow; This, general joy. 2 Gent. 'Tis well: the citizens, I am sure, have shewn at full their royal minds; As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward In celebration of this day with shows, |