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Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest.
Proud lord, thou liest;
Thy ambition, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law: The heads of all thy brother cardinals, (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together,) Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of
This, and all else
By my soul,
feel My sword i'the life-blood of thee else.—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,
5 To be thus jaded -] To be abused and ill treated, like a worthless horse: or perhaps to be ridden by a priest;—to have him mounted above us.
Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,
Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; The goodness of your intercepted packets, You writ to the pope, against the king: your goodness, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.My lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble, As you respect the common good, the state Of our despis'd nobility, our issues, Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles Collected from his life:-_I'll startle you Worse than the sacring bell,” when the brown wench Lay kissing in your arins, lord cardinal. Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise 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 spotless, shall mine innocence arise, When the king knows my
This cannot save you: I thank my memory, I yet remember
6 And dare us with his cap, like larks.] It is well known that the hat of a cardinal is scarlet; and that one of the methods of daring larks was by small mirrors fastened on scarlet cloth, which engaged the attention of these birds while the fowler drew his net over them.
? Worse than the sacring bell,] The little bell which is rung to give notice of the Host approaching when it is carried in procession, as also in other offices of the Romish church, is called the sacring or consecration bell; from the French word, sacrer.
Some of these articles; and out they shall.
Speak on, sir;
Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have
First, that, without the king's assent, or knowledge,
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 caus'd Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin.8 Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable sub
stance, (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 undoingo Of all the kingdom. Many more there are;
Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin.] This was cere tainly one of the articles exhibited against Wolsey, but rather with a view to swell the catalogue, than from any serious cause of accusation; inasmuch as the Archbishops Cranmer, Bainbrigge, and Warham, were indulged with the same privilege.
to the mere undoing -] Mere is absolute.
Which, since they are of you, and odious,
O my lord,
I forgive him. Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure
is,Because all those things, you have done of late By your power legatine within this kingdom, Fall into the compass of a præmunire,' That therefore such a writ be sued against you; To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be Out of the king's protection :—This is my charge.
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations How to live better. For
stubborn answer, About the giving back the great seal to us, The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank
you. So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.
Exeunt all but WOLSEY. Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness a ripening,-nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur’d, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
of a præmunire,] It is almost unnecessary to observe that præmunire is a barbarous word used instead of præmonere.
This many summers in a sea of glory;
and fears than wars or woinen have;
Enter Cromwell, amazedly.
Why, how now, Cromwell? Cron. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol.
How does your grace?
use of it.
i — and their ruin,] Their ruin is their displeasure, producing the downfall and ruin of him on whom it lights.