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Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the king
Then, that, without the knowledge
Sur. Item, you sent a large commission
Suff. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd
stance (By what means got, I leave to your own con
science), To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways You have for dignities; to the mere* undoing Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; Which, since they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my mouth with. y cha.
O my lord, Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him So little of his great self. Sur.
I forgive him. Suff. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, Because all those things, you have done of late By your power legatinet within this kingdom, Fall into the compass of a pramuniret, That therefore such a writ be sued agaiost you; To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be Out of the king's protection:- This is my charge.
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations How to live better. For your stubborn answer,
Absolute. + As the Pope's legate. . | A writ incurring a penalty.
About the giving back the great seal to us,
(Ereunt all but Wolsey, Ji 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 hope, 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: 0, 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, 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? Wol.
Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell, ...
I know myself now; and I feel within me
use of it. 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. What news abroad? Crom.
The heaviest, and the worst, Is your displeasure with the king. Wol.
God bless bim ! Crom. The next is, that sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol.
That's somewhat sudden; But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his bighness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake, avd 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,
Wol. That's news, indeed.
Last, that the lady Anne,
O Croni well,
• The chancellor is the guardian of orphans. VOL. VI.
In that one woman I have lost for ever:
O my lord,
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
Crom. Good sir, have patience. *
So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.
SCENE I. A street in Westminster.
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. You are well met once again. 2 Gent.
And so are you. 1 Gent. You come to take your stand here, and
behold The lady Aune pass from her coronation? ? 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 offered sor.
Tis well: The citizens,