Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down: 0 Cromwell. The king has gone beyond me; all my glories, No sun shall ever usher forth my honors, I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master. Seck the king, (That sun I pray may never set) I've told him What, and how true thou art; he will advance thee: Some little memory of me will stir him, (I know his noble nature) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Go Cromwell, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide Crom. O my Lord, Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego ers, For ever, and for ever, shall be yours. Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear ine, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, thee: Say, Wolsey that once rode the waves of glory, it ?. Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that wait thee! Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy Country's, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king- There take an inventory of all I have; And my integrity to Heav'n is all My robe, I dare to call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Crom. Good Sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do dwell. Speeches in the Roman Senate. Cato. Fathers! we are once again met in Cæsar's approach has summon'd us together, cree What course to take. Our foe advances on us, And envics us even Lybia's sultry deserts. Fathers, pronounce your thoughts. still fixed To hold it out and fight it to the last? Are they Or, are your hearts subdued at length, and wrought, By time and ill success to a submission? Semphronius. My voice is still for war. Gods! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death? No-Let us rise at once; gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe; break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions; and charge home upon him. Perhaps some arm, more lucky than the rest, May reach his heart, and free the world from bondage. Rise, Fathers, rise! Tis Rome demands your help; Risc, and revenge her slaughtered citizens, Or share their fate! The corpse of half her scn ate Manure the fields of Thessaly, while we And Scipio's ghost walks unrevenged amongst us. Cato. Let not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of reason. True fortitude is scen in great exploits, That justice warrants and that wisdom guides ; Should we thus lead them to a field of slaughter, To grace our fall, and make our ruin glorious? Lucius, we next would know what's your opinion. Lucius. My thoughts, Imust confess, are turn'd on peace. Already have our quarrels fill'd the world 'Tis time to sheath the sword, and spare mankind. It is not Cæsar, but the Gods, my fathers! fails, Arms have no further use. When this end Our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests 'em from our hands, And bids us not delight in Roman blood Is done already. Heaven and earth will witness, Cato. Let us appear, not rash, nor diffident Immoderate valor swells into a fault; And fear. admitted into public councils, Betrays like treason. Let us shun 'em both.-Fathers, I cannot see that our affairs Are grown thus desperate. round us. We have bulwarks Within our walls are troops inur'd to foil |