Sur. Thou'rt a proud traitor, priest. Wol. Proud Lord, thou lieft: Within these forty hours Surrey durft better Thou scarlet fin, robb'd this bewailing land Far from his fuccour; from the King, from all Wol. This, and all elfe This talking Lord can lay upon my credit, That I i'th' way of loyalty and truth Toward the King, my ever royal master, Dare mate a founder man than Surrey can be, Sur. By my foul, Your long coat, prieft, protects you, thou fhould't feel My fword i'th' life-blood of thee elfe. My Lords, Can ye endure to hear this arrogance? And from this fellow? if we live thus tamely, To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet, Farewel nobility, let his Grace go forward, Wol. All goodness Sur. " Sur. Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Into your own hands, Card'nal, by extortion: The goodness of your intercepted packets You writ to th' Pope, against the King; your goodness, you Worfe than the facring bell, when the brown wench Wol. How much methinks I could despise this man, Nor. Those articles, my Lord, are in th' King's hand: But thus much, they are foul ones. Wol. So much fairer And spotless shall mine innocence arife, Sur. This cannot fave you: I thank my memory, I yet remember Some of these articles, and out they shall. Now, if you can, blush, and cry Guilty, Cardinal, Wol. Speak on, Sir, I dare your worst objections: if I blush, It is to fee a Nobleman want manners. Sur. I'd rather want those than my head; have at you. First, that without the King's affent or knowledge You wrought to be a Legat, by which power You maim'd the jurifdiction of all Bishops. Nor. Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else Was ftill infcrib'd; in which you brought the King Suf. Suf. That without the knowledge Sur. Item, You fent a large commiffion Without the King's will or the State's allowance, Suf. That out of meer ambition you have made Sur. That you have sent innumerable 7 'fums,` Cham. O my Lord, Prefs not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: Sur. I forgive him. Suf. Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleasure is, That therefore fuch a writ be fued against you; Out of the King's protection. This is my charge. VOL. IV. 7 fubftance, Gg 8 caftles... old edit. Theob. emend. The The King fhall know it, and no doubt shall thank you. [Exeunt all but Wolfey. Wol. So farewel to the little good you bear me! Enter Cromwell, standing amaz'd, Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no pow'r to fpeak, Sir. At my misfortunes? can thy fpirit wonder 9 our A great A great man fhould decline? nay, if You weep, I'm fall'n indeed. Crom. How does your Grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know my self now, and I feel within me A ftill and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, A load would fink a navy, too much honour. Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use of it. Wol. I hope I have: I'm able now methinks, Out of a fortitude of foul I feel, T'endure more miferies, and greater far Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer. Crom. The heaviest, and the worst, Is your displeasure with the King. Wol. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden But he's a learned man. May he continue Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Wol. That's news indeed. Crom. Laft, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married, Gg 2 This |