Wol. What should this mean? Sur. The Lord increase this business! [Aside. K. Hen. Have I not made you The prime man of the state? I pray you, tell me, If what I now pronounce you have found true; And, if you may confess it, say withal, If you are bound to us, or no. What say you? Wol. My sovereign, I confess, your royal graces, Shower'd on me daily, have been more than could My studied purposes requite; which went Beyond all man's endeavours: my endeavours Have ever come too short of my desires, Yet fil'd with my abilities. Mine own ends Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed To the good of your most sacred person, and The profit of the state. For your great graces Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I Can nothing render but allegiant thanks; My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty, Which ever has, and ever shall be growing, Till death, that winter, kill it. K. Hen. Fairly answer'd: A loyal and obedient subject is Therein illustrated. The honour of it Does pay the act of it; as, i' the contrary, The foulness is the punishment. I presume, That as my hand has open'd bounty to you, My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour, I fear, the story of his anger.-'Tis so: The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Re-enter the Dukes of NORFOLK, and SUFFOLK, the To render up the great seal presently Stay: Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry Authority so weighty. Suf. Who dare cross them, Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly? Wol. Till I find more than will, or words, to do it, (I mean your malice,) know, officious lords, I dare, and must deny it. Now, I feel Of what coarse metal ye are moulded,-envy. (Mine, and your master,) with his own hand gave This cannot save you. I thank my memory, I yet remember Wol. Speak on, sir; Sur. I had 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. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, Because all those things, you have done of late Out of the king's protection.-This is my charge. The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank you. So, fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Wol. So, farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost; And,-when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening,-nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high blown pride At length broke under me; and now has left me Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O! how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours. There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Enter CROMWELL, and stands amazed. 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. Wol. 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, I humbly thank his grace, and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken 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, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em! What more? Crom. That Cranmer is returned with welcome, Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury. Wol. That's news indeed! Last, that the lady Anne, Wol. There was the weight that pulled me down. O Cromwell! The king has gone beyond me: all my glories I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now Some little memory of me will stir him, Crom. Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear And,-when I am forgotten, as I shall be, A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, me, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. To silence envious tongues: be just, and fear not. Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; and,-Pr'ythee, lead me in: I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal SCENE I-A Street in Westminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. You're well met once again. 2 Gent. And so are you. ACT (V. 1 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 encounter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial. 1 Gent. 'Tis very true; but that time offer'd I should have been beholding to your paper. 1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop 2 Gent. Alas, good lady!- [Trumpets. The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming. [Hautboys. 4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then, Garter in his coat of arms; and on his head, he wore a gilt copper crown. 5. Marquess Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold; on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove; crowned with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS. 6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high-steward. With him, the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship; a coronet on his head. Collars of SS. 7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair, richly adorned with pearl, crowned. On each side her, the Bishops of London and Winches And that the earl of Surrey, with the rod. 2 Gent. A bold brave gentleman. That should be Thou hast the sweetest face I ever look'd on. Sir, as I have a soul, she is an angel: The cloth of honour over her, are four barons 2 Gent. Those men are happy; and so are all, are near her. I take it, she that carries up the train Is that old noble lady, duchess of Norfolk. 1 Gent. It is; and all the rest are countesses. 2 Gent. Their coronets say so. These are stars, indeed; And sometimes falling ones. 1 Gent. No more of that. [Exit procession, with a great flourish of trumpets. |