Ifis noblé jury and foul cause can witness. That I, in the way of loyalty and truth Sur. By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects yon; tlou· should'st feel My sword the life-blood of thee else. Lords, Can ve endure to hear this arrogance? And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely, Wol. All goodness Is poison to thy stomach. Sur. Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one, You writ to the Pope, against the King: your goodness, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.→ Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen," Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench Lay kissing in your arms, Lord Cardinal. :I 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, Sur. This cannot save you: I thank my memory, I yet remember Wol. Speak on, Sir: I dare your worst objections: if I blush, Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have nt you. First, that, without the King's assent, or knowledge, You wrote to be a Legate; by which power To foreign Princes, Ego et Rex meus Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the King To be your servant, 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 seal, Sur. Item, you sent a large commission: To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude, Without the King's will, or the state's allowance, A league between his Highness and Farrara. Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the King's in. Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable substance, (By what means got, I leave to your own cons science,) To furnist Rome, and to prepare Cham. O my Lord, 品 T Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: Sur. I forgive him. Suf, Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleasure is, Because all those things, you have done of late Out of the King's protection: This is my charge. tions How to live better. For your stubborn answer, thank your shall So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal. [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. **f Wol. 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 hiem: The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost; And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, nips his root, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? At Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder, A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep; Crom. How does your Grace ? VOL. XIII. Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. A still and quiet conscience. The King has cur'd, me, I humbly thank his Grace; and from these, shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, me- (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 When he has run his course, and sleeps in bles→ 'sings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em! Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Install'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury. |