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To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim’st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then, if thou fall’st, O
Cromwell, Thou fall’st a blessed martyr. Serve the king ; And,-pr’ythee, lead me in ; There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny ; 'tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Applause. Such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, As loud, and to as many tunes : hats, cloaks, (Doublets, I think,) flew up, and had their faces Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy I never saw before.
Cardinal Wolsey's Death.
To whom he gave these words,—“O father abbot,
* By short stages.
Pursued him still ; and, three nights after this,
Wolsey's Vices and Virtues.
This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one ; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading ; Lofty and sour to them that lov'd him not ; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer : And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin), yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely. Ever witness for him
* Pride. + Of the king. Formed for.
Those twins of learning that he raised in you,
Act V. Archbishop Cranmer's Prophecy of the Future Greatness
of the Infant Princess, afterwards Queen Elizabeth.
Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me ; and the words I utter Let none think Aattery, for they'll find them truth. This royal infant (Heaven still move about her!) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness ; she shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness), A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed : Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom and fair virtue Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, That mould up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her : truth shall nurse he Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her ; She shall be lov'd and fear'd: her own shall bless her ;
Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn,
The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours :
From her shall read the perfect ways of honour,
dren Shall see this, and bless Heaven.
PERICLES, PRINCE OF TYRE. This play describes the wanderings of Pericles, Prince of Tyre, to avoid the anger of Antiochus, King of Antioch, who was seek
ing to kill him. It has been generally conjectured, that portions only of the drama were written by Shakspere's hand. The play, however, appears in every edition of the great dramatist's works. Malone says of Pericles—" The numerous expressions bearing a similitude to passages in the undisputed plays, some of the incidents, and in various places the colour of the style, all combine to set the seal of Shakspere on the play, and furnish us with proofs that a considerable portion of it was written by him.”
Sanctity of a Good Man's Word.
Description of a Prosperous City. This Tharsus, o'er which I have government, (A city, on whom plenty held full hand), For riches, strew'd herself even in the streets ; Whose towers bore heads so high, they kiss'd the clouds, And strangers ne'er beheld, but wonder'd at; Whose men and dames so jetted* and adorn'd, Like one another's glass to trim + them by ; Their tables were stor'd full, to glad the sight, And not so much to feed on, as delight; All poverty was scorn'd, and pride so great, The name of help grew odious to repeat.
Sorrows never come singly.
t Trim, to dress.