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Sur. This cannot save you :
I thank my memory, I yet remember
Wol. Speak on, Sir:
I dare your worst objections: if I blush,
It is, to see a nobleman want manners.
Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have at you.
Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else
Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge
Sur. Item, you sent a large commission
Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caused 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), 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.
Cham. O my lord,
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue :
Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him
Sur. I forgive him.
Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is,-
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations
† As the pope's legate.
The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank you.
Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me.
[Exeunt all but WOLSEY.
Enter CROMWELL, amazedly.
Why, how now, Cromwell?
Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amazed
At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder,
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,
Crom. How does your grace?
Wol. Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now; and I feel within me
A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me,
A load would sink a navy, too much honour:
O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Crom. I am glad, your grace has made that right 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,
* Dooming to ruin.
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 chosen Lord chancellor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden :
But he's a learned man. May he continue
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down, O, Cromwell, The king has gone beyond me, all my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever:
No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him
(I know his noble nature), not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell,
Crom. O my lord,
Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
* The chancellor is the guardian of orphans.
Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
There take an inventory of all I have,
To the last penny: 'tis the king's: my robe,
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
Wol. 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 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 sorrow; This, general joy.
2 Gent. 'Tis well: The citizens,
I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds;
Pageants, and sights of honour.
1 Gent. Never greater,
Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, Sir.
2 Gent. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That paper in your hand?
1 Gent. Yes; 'tis the list
Of those, that claim their offices this day,
The duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
He to be earl marshal; you may read the rest.
2 Gent. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those customs,
1 Gent. That I can tell you too. The archbishop
2 Gent. Alas, good lady!
The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.
THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.
A lively flourish of Trumpets; then enter
1. Two Judges.
2. The Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. 3. Choristers singing. [Music. 4. Mayor of London bearing the mace. Then Garter, in his coat of arms, and on his head, a gilt copper crown.
5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his head a demicoronal 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 of her, the bishops of London and Winchester.
*The marriage lately considered as valid.
8. The old duchess of Norfolk, in a coronal of gold, wrought with flowers, bearing the queen's train.
9. Certain Ladies or Countesses, with plain circlets of gold with