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fhew him a written Order, figned by the King' "further adding, That he held that Place by Patent for Life. His Refufal being fignified to the King,

Wolf. Speak on, Sir,

I dare your wort Objections: If I blush,

It is to fee a Nobleman want Manners.

Sur. I'd rather want thofe than my Head; have at you.
First, That, without the King's Affent or Knowledge,
You wrought to be a Legate, by which Power
You maim'd the Juridiction of all Bishops.

Nor. Then, That, in all you writ to Rome, or else
To foreign Princcs, Ego & Rex meus

Was ftill infcrib'd, in which you brought the King
To be your Servant.

Suff. That, without the Knowledge

Either of King or Council, when you went
Ambaflador to the Emperor, you made bold
To carry into Flanders the Great Seal.

Sur. Item, You fent a large Commiffion
To Gregory de Caffali, to conclude,

Without the King's Will, or the State's Allowance,
A League between his Highnefs and Ferrara.

Suff. That, out of meer Ambition, you have made
Your holy Hat be ftampt on the King's Coin.

Sur. That you have fent innumerable Subftance
(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, 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 :
His Faults lie open to the Laws; let them,
Not you, correct him. My Heart weeps to fee him
So little of his great Self.

Sur. I forgive him.

Suff. Lord Cardinal, the King's further Pleafure is,
(Becaufe all thofe Things you have done of late,
By your Pow'r Legatine, within this Kingdom,
Fall in the Compafs of a Premunire)

That therefore fuch a Writ be fued against you,
To forfeit all your Goods, Lands, Tenements,
Caftles, and whatfoever, and to be

Out of the King's Protection. This is my Charge.

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he fent the fame Perfons the next Day with a έσ peremptory Command to deliver up the Great Seal "without the least Demurr, which was done accordM m 2

Nor. And fo we'll leave you to your Meditations
How to live better. For your stubborn Answer;
About the giving back the Great Seal to us,

The King fhall know it, and no doubt fhall thank you.
So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal.

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[Exeunt all but Wolfey: Wolf. So farewel to the little Good you bear me. Farewel, a long Farewel, to all my Greatness! This is the State of Man; To-day he puts forth The tender Leaves of Hopes, To-morrow bloffoms, And bears his blufhing Honours thick upon him: The third Day comes a Froft, a killing Froft, And, when he thinks, good eafy Man, full furely, His Greatness is a ripening, nips his Root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton Boys, that fwim on Bladders, These many Summers in a Sea of Glory; But far beyond my Depth: My high-blown Pride At Length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with Service, to the Mercy Of a rude Stream, that mutt for ever hide me. Vain Pomp and Glory of the World! I hate ye. I feel my Heart new open'd. O how wretched Is that poor Man that hangs on Princes Favours! There is, betwixt that Smile we would aspire to, That sweet Afpect of Princes, an our Ruin, More Pangs and Fears, than War or Women have. And, when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.

Enter Cromwell, ftanding amased.

Why, how now, Cromwell?

Crom. I have no Power to fpeak, Sir.
Wolf. What, amaz'd

At my Misfortunes! Can thy Spirit wonder

A great Man fhould decline? Nay, If you weep;
I'm fall'n indeed.

Cromw. How does your Grace ?

Wolf. Why, well;

Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell.

I know myself now, and I feel within me

The Duke introduced in this Scene had been dead five Years, and Surry, Buckingham's Son-in-Law, was then Duke of Norfolk.

ingly by the Cardinal; yet not without some tart "Reflections on the Meffengers, who, not without "Grounds,

A Peace above all earthly Dignities,

A ftill and quiet Confcience. The King has cur'd me,
I humbly thank: his Grace; and from thefe Shoulders,
Thefe ruin'd Pillars, out of Pity, taken

A Load would fink a Navy, too much Honour.
O'tis a Burden! Cromwell, 'tis a Burden

Too heavy for a Man that hopes for Heav'n.

Cromw. I'm glad your Grace has made that right Use of it. Wolf. I hope I have: I'm able now, methinks,

Out of a Fortitude of Soul I feel,

T'endure more Miferies, and greater far

Than my weak-hearted Enemies dare offer.
What News abroad?

Cromw. The heaviest, and the worst,

Is your Displeasure with the King.

Wolf God bless him!

Cromw. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor in your Place.

Wolf. That's fomewhat fudden

But he's a learned Man. May he continue
Long in his Highness' Favour, and do Juftice,
For Truth's Sake and his Confcience, that his Bones,
When he has run his Course and fleeps in Bleffings,
May have a Tomb of Orphans Tears wept on him.
What more?

Cromw. That Cranmer is return'd with Welcome;
Inftall'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury. *
Wolf. That's News indeed.

Cromw. Laft, that the Lady Anne,

Whom the King hath in Secrecy long married,
This Day was view'd in open, as his Queen, t

Going to Chapel, and the Voice is now

Only about her Coronation.

Wolf. 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 loft for ever.

No Sun fhall ever usher forth my Honours,

Or guild again the noble Troops that waited

Upon my Smiles. Go get thee from me, Cromwell,
I am a poor fall'n Man, unworthy now

To be thy Lord and Mafter. Seek the King,

(That Sun, I pray may never fet) Iv'e told him, What and how true thou art; he will advance thee;

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*This did not happen till fome Time after the Cardinal's Death. + Nor this.

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Grounds, were fufpected to have the chief Hand

"in his Difgrace.”

Some little Memory of me will ftir him,

I know his noble Nature, not to let

Thy hopeful Service perifh too. Good Cromwell;
Neglect him not; make ufe now, and provide
For thine own future Safety.

Cromw. O my Lord!

Muft then I leave you? muft I needs forego
So good, fo noble, and fo true a Mafter?

Bear witness, all that have not Hearts of Iron,
With what a Sorrow Cromwell leaves his Lord:
The King fhall have my Service; but my Prayers
For ever and for ever fhall be yours.

Wolf. Cromwell, I did not think to fhed a Tear
In all my Miferies; but thou haft forc'd me,
Out of thy honeft Truth, to play the Woman.
Let's dry our Eyes: And thus far hear me, Cromwell;
And when I am forgotten, as I fhall be,

And fleep in dull cold Marble, where no mention
Of me muft more be heard, fay then I taught thee,
Say, Wolfey, that once trod the Ways of Glory,
And founded all the Depths and Shoals of Honour,
Found thee a Way out of his Wreck to rise in:
A fure and fafe one, tho' thy Mafter miss'd it.
Mark but my Fall, and that which ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,
By that Sin fell the Angels; how can Man then
(The Image of his Maker) hope to win it?
Love thy felf laft, cherish thofe Hearts that hate thee:
Corruption wins, not more than Honesty.

Still in thy Right-hand carry gentle Peace,

To filence envious Tongues. Be juft, and fear not.
Let all the Ends thou aim'ft at be thy Country's,

Thy God's, and Truth's; then if thou fall'ft, Ó Cromwell!
Thou fall'it a bleffed Martyr.' Serve the King;

And pr'ythee lead me in

There take an Inventory of all I have,

To the laft Penny, 'tis the King's. My Robe,

And my Integrity to Heav'n is all

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell! Cromwell!

Had I but ferv'd my God with half the Zeal

I ferv'd my King, he would not, in mine Age,
Have left me naked to mine Enemies.

Cromw. Good Sir, have Patience.
Wolf. So I have. Farewel

The Hopes of Court! my Hopes in Heav'n do dwell.

Other

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Other Authors fay, that the firft Day of Michaelmas Term was come, before the Cardinal's Enemies could fettle how to proceed against him; and that he went to Westminster-hall in his ufual State, and fat there for the laft Time; contrary to what the Record of that Proceeding, to be feen in Rymer's Federa, Vol. XIV. fets forth, which we have here introduced a Tranflation of.

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On the Delivery of the Great Seal. *

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Emorandum, That on Sunday the 17th Day of October, in the 21st Year of King Henry "the VIIIth's Reign, the faid Lord the King's Great Seal, in the Cuftody of the moft Rev. Father in "Chrift,

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We prefume it will not be thought disagreeable to subjoin fome Memoirs of the Lord High Chancellors, Lord Keepers, and Lords Commiffioners of the Great Seal, from the Time Cardinal Wolfey delivered it up.

Pon Cardinal Wol

1529. Upon

Jey's Difgrace the Great Seal was given to Sir Thomas More, Oct. the 25th, with the Title of Lord Chancellor. Several of the Noblemen, who attended him the first time to Weftminster-hall, were very full of their Compliments, but Sir Thomas was nothing moved thereat; indeed, it put him in mind of those who had gone before him; for, cafting his Eye to the Court, where his Predeceffor had fat, he broke out into these Expreffions: • But when I look upon this Seat, and think of what Kind of Perfonages have poffeffed this • Place before me; when I call to mind who He was that fat in it last of all, a Man of what fingular Wisdom, of ⚫ what notable Experience, what a profperous and favourable

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Fortune he had for a great Space, and how at last he had a 'grievous Fall, I have Caufe enough, by my Predeceffor's Example, to think Honour but flippery, and this Dignity not fo grateful to me, as it may feem to be to others."

Sir Thomas was a Gentleman of admirable Attainments in all Sorts of Learning: His Utopia is admired throughout Europe; and his Hiftory of Richard the IIId has obtained fo much Credit with Hiftorians, that they have entirely depended on its Autho rity. However, during the time he held the Seal, nothing extraordinary happened in this Court. If we believe what fome Authors relate, he did not leave one Caufé to be heard; and it is remarkable, that from his Time the Chufing Lord Chancellors from the Laie

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