And, after, this: and then to breakfast, with [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal WOLSEY; the Nobles throng after him, whispering and fmiling. Wol. What fhould this mean? What fudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? Leap'd from his eyes: fo looks the chafed lion I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewel! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness; I hafte now to my fetting: I fhall fall Re-enter the Dukes of NORFOLK and SUFFOLK, the Earl of SURREY, and the Lord Chamberlain. Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you To render up the great feal presently Into our hands; and to confine yourself Where's your commiffion, lords? words cannot carry Suf. Who dare crofs 'em, Bearing the king's will from his mouth exprefsly? Wol. Till I find more than will, or words to do it (I mean your malice) know, officious lords, As if it fed ye! and how fleek and wanton (Mine, and your mafter), with his own hand gave me : Wol. It must be himself then. Sur. Thou'rt a proud traitor, priest. Within thefe forty hours, Surrey durft better Sur. Thy ambition, Thou fcarlet fin, robb'd this bewailing land (With thee, and all thy beft parts bound together), Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague on your policy! You fent me deputy for Ireland; Far from his fuccour, from the king, from all That might have mercy on the fault thou gav'ft him ; Whilft your great goodnefs, out of holy pity, Abfolv'd him with an axe. Wol. This, and all elfe This talking lord can lay upon my credit, That I, in the way of loyalty and truth (2) Till I find more than will or words (I mean more than your malicious will and words) to do it; that is, to carry authority fo mighty; I will deny to return what the king has given me. JOHNS. Dare mate a founder man than Surrey can be, Sur. By my foul, Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou should'ft feel And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely, Is poison to thy ftomach. Sur. Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, You writ to the pope, against the king: your goodness, Who, if he live, will fcarce be gentlemen, Produce the grand fum of his fins, the articles Worfe than the sacring bell,(2) when the brown wench Wol. How much, methinks, I could defpife this man, But that I am bound in charity against it! Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand : But, thus much, they are foul ones. Wol. So much fairer, And spotlefs, fhall mine innocence arise, Sur. This cannot fave you : I thank my memory, I yet remember Some of these articles; and out they shall. Wol. Speak on, fir; 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. (2) The little bell, which is rung to give notice of the hoft approaching when it is carried in proceffion, as alfo in other offices of the Romish church, is called the facring, or confecration bell; from the French, facrer. THEO. VOL. VI. F Firft, that, without the king's affent, or knowledge, You wrought to be a legate; by which power You maim'd the jurifdiction of all bishops. Nor. Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else To foreign princes, Ego & Rex meus Was ftill infcrib'd; in which you brought the king To be your fervant. 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 feal. Sur. Item, you fent a large commiffion Without the king's will, or the ftate's allowance, Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have made Your holy hat to be ftampt on the king's coin. Sur. Then, that you have fent innumerable fubftance (By what means got, I leave to your own confcience) 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, fince they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my mouth with. Cham. O my lord, Prefs not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue : Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to fee him Sur. I forgive him. Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is,— That therefore fuch a writ be fu'd against you, Out of the king's protection :-This is my charge. The king fhall know it, and, no doubt, fhall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal! [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Wol. So farewel to the little good you bear me. But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride Enter CROMWELL amazedly. -Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, fir. Wol. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, A great man fhould decline? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed. Crom. How does your grace ? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A ftill and quiet confcience. The king has cur'd me, A load would fink a navy, too much honour: (3) So Milton, in Sampfon Agonites, Abortive as the first-born bloom of spring, WARBI. |