Cham. O my lord, Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him Surry. I forgive him. Suff. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, Out of the king's protection:-This is my charge. The king shall know it, and, no doubt shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal. [Exeunt all but Wolsey. But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride That sweet aspéct of princes, and their ruin, Never to hope again. At Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. What, amaz'd my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed. Crom. Wol. How does your grace? Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me peace above all earthly dignities, A Why, well; A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me, A load would sink a navy, too much honour: 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, 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 Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake, and 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! Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Wol. That's news, indeed. Crom. Last, that the lady Anne, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. ( The king has gone beyond me, all my glories No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, To be thy lord and master: Seek the king; That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him What, and how true thou art: he will advance thee; Some little memory of ine will stir him (I know his noble nature), not to let Thy hopeful service perish too: Good Cromwell, Crom. my lord, Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention E Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: And,-Prythee, lead me in: 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 serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Crom. Good sir, have patience. So I have. Farewell Wol. [Exeunt. 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; As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward In celebration of this day with shows, 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? |