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The Life of King Henry the Eight. I haue more Charity. But say I warn'd ye; Take heed, for heauens sake take heed, least at once The burthen of my sorrowes, fall vpon ye. Car.
[1645]
Madam, this is a meere distraction, You turne the good we offer, into enuy.
Quee. Ye turne me into nothing. Woe vpon ye, And all such false Professors. Would you haue me (If you haue any Iustice, any Pitty,
[1650]
If ye be any thing but Churchmens habits) Put my sicke cause into his hands, that hates me ? Alas, ha's banish'd me his Bed already, His Loue, too long ago. I am old my Lords, And all the Fellowship I hold now with him
[1655]
Is onely my Obedience. What can happen To me, aboue this wretchednesse ? All your Studies Make me a Curse, like this.
Camp. Your feares are worse. Qu. Haue I liu'd thus long (let me speak my selfe,
[1660]
Since Vertue findes no friends) a Wife, a true one? A Woman (I dare say without Vainglory) Neuer yet branded with Suspition? Haue I, with all my full Affections Still met the King? Loud him next Heau'n ? Obey'd him?
[1665]
Bin (out of fondnesse) superstitious to him? Almost forgot my Prayres to content him? And am I thus rewarded? 'Tis not well Lords, Bring me a constant woman to her Husband, One that ne're dream'd a Ioy, beyond his pleasure;
[1670]
And to that Woman (when she has done most) Yet will I adde an Honor; a great Patience.
Car. Madam, you wander from the good We ayme at. Qu. My Lord,
[1675]
I dare not make my selfe so guiltie, To giue vp willingly that Noble Title Your Master wed me to: nothing but death Shall e're diuorce my Dignities.
Car. Pray heare me. Qu.
[1680]
Would I had neuer trod this English Earth, Or felt the Flatteries that grow vpon it: Ye haue Angels Faces; but Heauen knowes your hearts. What will become of me now, wretched Lady? I am the most vnhappy Woman liuing.
[1685]
Alas (poore Wenches) where are now your Fortunes? Shipwrack'd vpon a Kingdome, where no Pitty, No Friends, no Hope, no Kindred weepe for me? Almost no Graue allow'd me? Like the Lilly That once was Mistris of the Field, and flourish'd,
[1690]
Ile hang my head, and perish.
Car. If your Grace Could but be brought to know, our Ends are honest, Youl'd feele more comfort. Why shold we (good Lady) Vpon what cause wrong you? Alas, our Places,
[1695]
The way of our Profession is against it; We are to Cure such sorrowes, not to sowe 'em. For Goodnesse sake, consider what you do, How you may hurt your selfe: I, vtterly Grow from the Kings Acquaintance, by this Carriage.
[1700]
The hearts of Princes kisse Obedience, So much they loue it. But to stubborne Spirits, They swell and grow, as terrible as stormes. I know you haue a Gentle, Noble temper, A Soule as euen as a Calme; Pray thinke vs,
[1705]
Those we professe, Peace‑makers, Friends, and Seruants.
Camp. Madam, you'l finde it so: You wrong your Vertues

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With these weake Womens feares. A Noble Spirit As yours was, put into you, euer casts
[1710]
Such doubts as false Coine from it. The King loues you, Beware you loose it not: For vs (if you please To trust vs in your businesse) we are ready To vse our vtmost Studies, in your seruice.
Qu. Do what ye will, my Lords:
[1715]
And pray forgiue me; If I haue vs'd my selfe vnmannerly, You know I am a Woman, lacking wit To make a seemely answer to such persons. Pray do my seruice to his Maiestie,
[1720]
He ha's my heart yet, and shall haue my Prayers While I shall haue my life. Come reuerend Fathers, Bestow your Councels on me. She now begges That little thought when she set footing heere, She should haue bought her Dignities so deere.
Exeunt
Scena Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter the Duke of Norfolke, Duke of Suffolke, Lord Surrey, and Lord Chamberlaine. Norf.
[1725]
If you will now vnite in your Complaints, And force them with a Constancy, the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them. If you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promise, But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces,
[1730]
With these you beare alreadie.
Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion, that may giue me Remembrance of my Father‑in‑Law, the Duke, To be reueng'd on him. Suf.
[1735]
Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Strangely neglected ? When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe?
Cham.
[1740]
My Lords, you speake your pleasures: What he deserues of you and me, I know: What we can do to him (though now the time Giues way to vs) I much feare. If you cannot Barre his accesse to'th'King, neuer attempt
[1745]
Any thing on him: for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in's Tongue.
Nor. O feare him not, His spell in that is out: the King hath found Matter against him, that for euer marres
[1750]
The Hony of his Language. No, he's setled (Not to come off) in his displeasure.
Sur. Sir, I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre. Nor.
[1755]
Beleeue it, this is true. In the Diuorce, his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded: wherein he appeares, As I would wish mine Enemy.
Sur. How came
[1760]
His practises to light?
Suf. Most strangely. Sur. O how? how? Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried, And

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Scena Secunda. [Act 3, Scene 2] Enter the Duke of Norfolke, Duke of Suffolke, Lord Surrey, and Lord Chamberlaine. Norf.
[1725]
If you will now vnite in your Complaints, And force them with a Constancy, the Cardinall Cannot stand vnder them. If you omit The offer of this time, I cannot promise, But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces,
[1730]
With these you beare alreadie.
Sur. I am ioyfull To meete the least occasion, that may giue me Remembrance of my Father‑in‑Law, the Duke, To be reueng'd on him. Suf.
[1735]
Which of the Peeres Haue vncontemn'd gone by him, or at least Strangely neglected ? When did he regard The stampe of Noblenesse in any person Out of himselfe?
Cham.
[1740]
My Lords, you speake your pleasures: What he deserues of you and me, I know: What we can do to him (though now the time Giues way to vs) I much feare. If you cannot Barre his accesse to'th'King, neuer attempt
[1745]
Any thing on him: for he hath a Witchcraft Ouer the King in's Tongue.
Nor. O feare him not, His spell in that is out: the King hath found Matter against him, that for euer marres
[1750]
The Hony of his Language. No, he's setled (Not to come off) in his displeasure.
Sur. Sir, I should be glad to heare such Newes as this Once euery houre. Nor.
[1755]
Beleeue it, this is true. In the Diuorce, his contrarie proceedings Are all vnfolded: wherein he appeares, As I would wish mine Enemy.
Sur. How came
[1760]
His practises to light?
Suf. Most strangely. Sur. O how? how? Suf. The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried, And came to th'eye o'th'King, wherein was read
[1765]
How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse To stay the Iudgement o'th'Diuorce; for if It did take place, I do (quoth he) perceiue My King is tangled in affection, to A Creature of the Queenes, Lady Anne Bullen.
Sur.
[1770]
Ha's the King this?
Suf. Beleeue it. Sur. Will this worke? Cham. The King in this perceiues him, how he coasts And hedges his owne way. But in this point,
[1775]
All his trickes founder, and he brings his Physicke After his Patients death; the King already Hath married the faire Lady.
Sur. Would he had. Suf. May you be happy in your wish my Lord,
[1780]
For I professe you haue it.
Sur. Now all my ioy Trace the Coniunction. Suf. My Amen too't. Nor. All mens. Suf.
[1785]
There's order giuen for her Coronation: Marry this is yet but yong, and may be left To some eares vnrecounted. But my Lords She is a gallant Creature, and compleate In minde and feature. I perswade me, from her
[1790]
Will fall some blessing to this Land, which shall In it be memoriz'd.
Sur. But will the King Digest this Letter of the Cardinals? The Lord forbid. Nor.
[1795]
Marry Amen.
Suf. No, no: There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose, Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinall Campeius, Is stolne away to Rome, hath 'tane no leaue,
[1800]
Ha's left the cause o'th'King vnhandled, and Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall, To second all his plot. I do assure you, The King cry'de Ha, at this.
Cham. Now God incense him,
[1805]
And let him cry Ha, lowder.
Norf. But my Lord When returnes Cranmer? Suf. He is return'd in his Opinions, which Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce,
[1810]
Together with all famous Colledges Almost in Christendome: shortly (I beleeue) His second Marriage shall be publishd, and Her Coronation. Katherine no more Shall be call'd Queene, but Princesse Dowager,
[1815]
And Widdow to Prince Arthur.
Nor. This same Cranmer's A worthy Fellow, and hath tane much paine In the Kings businesse. Suf. He has, and we shall see him
[1820]
For it, an Arch‑byshop.
Nor. So I heare. Suf. 'Tis so. Enter Wolsey and Cromwell. The Cardinall. Nor. Obserue, obserue, hee's moody. Car.
[1825]
The Packet Cromwell, Gau't you the King?
Crom. To his owne hand, in's Bed‑chamber. Card. Look'd he o'th'inside of the Paper? Crom. Presently
[1830]
He did vnseale them; and the first he view'd, He did it with a Serious minde: a heede Was in his countenance. You he bad Attend him heere this Morning.
Card. Is he ready to come abroad ? Crom.
[1835]
I thinke by this he is.
Card. Leaue me a while. Exit Cromwell. It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson, The French Kings Sister; He shall marry her. Anne Bullen? No: Ile no Anne Bullens for him,
[1840]
There's more in't then faire Visage. Bullen? No, wee'l no Bullens: Speedily I wish To heare from Rome. The Marchionesse of Penbroke?
Nor. He's discontented. Suf. Maybe he heares the King
[1845]
Does whet his Anger to him.
Sur. Sharpe enough, Lord for thy Iustice. Car. The late Queenes Gentlewoman? A Knights Daughter
[1850]
To be her Mistris Mistris? The Queenes, Queene? This Candle burnes not cleere, 'tis I must snuffe it, Then out it goes. What though I know her vertuous And well deseruing? yet I know her for A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholsome to
[1855]
Our cause, that she should lye i'th'bosome of Our hard rul'd King. Againe, there is sprung vp An Heretique, an Arch‑one; Cranmer, one Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King, And is his Oracle.
Nor.
[1860]
He is vex'd at something.
Enter King, reading of a Scedule. Sur. I would 'twer somthing y tthat would fret the string, The Master‑cord on's heart. Suf. The King, the King. King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
[1865]
To his owne portion? And what expence by'th'houre Seemes to flow from him? How, i'th'name of Thrift Does he rake this together? Now my Lords, Saw you the Cardinall?
Nor. My Lord, we haue
[1870]
Stood heere obseruing him. Some strange Commotion Is in his braine: He bites his lip, and starts, Stops on a sodaine, lookes vpon the ground, Then layes his finger on his Temple: straight Springs out into fast gate, then stops againe,
[1875]
Strikes his brest hard, and anon, he casts His eye against the Moone: in most strange Postures We haue seene him set himselfe.
King. It may well be, There is a mutiny in's minde. This morning,
[1880]
Papers of State he sent me, to peruse As I requir'd: and wot you what I found There (on my Conscience put vnwittingly) Forsooth an Inuentory, thus importing The seuerall parcels of his Plate his Treasure,
[1885]
Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold, which I finde at such proud Rate, that it out‑speakes Posession of a Subiect.
Nor. It's Heauens will, Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet,
[1890]
To blesse your eye withall.
King. If we did thinke His Contemplation were aboue the earth, And fixt on Spirituall obiect, he should still Dwell in his Musings, but I am affraid
[1895]
His Thinkings are below the Moone, not worth His serious considering.
King takes his Seat, whispers Louell, who goes to the Cardinall. Car. Heauen forgiue me, Euer God blesse your Highnesse. King. Good my Lord,
[1900]
You are full of Heauenly stuffe, and beare the Inuentory Of your best Graces, in your minde; the which You were now running o're: you haue scarse time To steale from Spirituall leysure, a briefe span To keepe your earthly Audit, sure in that
[1905]
I deeme you an ill Husband, and am gald To haue you therein my Companion.
Car. Sir, For Holy Offices I haue a time; a time To thinke vpon the part of businesse, which
[1910]
I beare i'th'State: and Nature does require Her times of preseruation, which perforce I her fraile sonne, among'st my Brethren mortall, Must giue my tendance to.
King. You haue said well. Car.
[1915]
And euer may your Highnesse yoake together, (As I will lend you cause) my doing Well, With my well saying.
King. 'Tis well said agen, And 'tis a kinde of good deede to say well,
[1920]
And yet words are no deeds. My Father lou'd you, He said he did, and with his deed did Crowne His word vpon you. Since I had my Office, I haue kept you next my Heart, haue not alone Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home,
[1925]
But par'd my present Hauings, to bestow My Bounties vpon you.
Car. What should this meane? Sur. The Lord increase this businesse. King. Haue I not made you
[1930]
The prime man of the State? I pray you tell me, If what I now pronounce, you haue found true: And if you may confesse it, say withall If you are bound to vs, or no. What say you?
Car. My Soueraigne, I confesse your Royall graces
[1935]
Showr'd on me daily, haue bene more then could My studied purposes requite, which went Beyond all mans endeauors. My endeauors, Haue euer come too short of my Desires, Yet fill'd with my Abilities: Mine owne ends
[1940]
Haue beene mine so, that euermore they pointed To'th'good of your most Sacred Person, and The profit of the State. For your great Graces Heap'd vpon me (poore Vndeseruer) I Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes,
[1945]
My Prayres to heauen for you; my Loyaltie Which euer ha's, and euer shall be growing, Till death (that Winter) kill it.
King. Fairely answer'd: A Loyall, and obedient Subiect is
[1950]
Therein illustrated, the Honor of it Does pay the Act of it, as i'th'contrary The fowlenesse is the punishment. I presume, That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you, My heart drop'd Loue, my powre rain'd Honor, more
[1955]
On you, then any: So your Hand, and Heart, Your Braine, and euery Function of your power, Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty, As 'twer in Loues particular, be more To me your Friend, then any.
Car.
[1960]
I do professe, That for your Highnesse good, I euer labour'd More then mine owne: that am, haue, and will be (Though all the world should cracke their duty to you, And throw it from their Soule, though perils did
[1965]
Abound, as thicke as thought could make 'em, and Appeare in formes more horrid) yet my Duty, As doth a Rocke against the chiding Flood, Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake, And stand vnshaken yours.
King.
[1970]
'Tis Nobly spoken: Take notice Lords, he ha's a Loyall brest, For you haue seene him open't. Read o're this, And after this, and then to Breakfast with What appetite you haue.
Exit King, frowning vpon the Cardinall, the Nobles throng after him smiling, and whispering. Car.
[1975]
What should this meane? What sodaine Anger's this? How haue I reap'd it ? He parted Frowning from me, as if Ruine Leap'd from his Eyes. So lookes the chafed Lyon Vpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him:
[1980]
Then makes him nothing. I must reade this paper: I feare the Story of his Anger. 'Tis so: This paper ha's vndone me: 'Tis th'Accompt Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together For mine owne ends, (Indeed to gaine the Popedome,
[1985]
And fee my Friends in Rome.) O Negligence! Fit for a Foole to fall by: What crosse Diuell Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet I sent the King? Is there no way to cure this? No new deuice to beate this from his Braines?
[1990]
I know't will stirre him strongly; yet I know A way, if it take right, in spight of Fortune Will bring me off againe. What's this? To th'Pope? The Letter (as I liue) with all the Businesse I writ too's Holinesse. Nay then, farewell:
[1995]
I haue touch'd the highest point of all my Greatnesse, And from that full Meridian of my Glory, I haste now to my Setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the Euening, And no man see me more.
Enter to Woolsey, the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke, the Earle of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlaine. Nor.
[2000]
Heare the Kings pleasure Cardinall, Who commands you To render vp rhe Great Seale presently Into our hands, and to Confine your selfe To Asher‑house, my Lord of Winchesters,
[2005]
Till you heare further from his Highnesse.
Car. Stay: Where's your Commission ? Lords, words cannot carrie Authority so weighty. Suf. Who dare crosse 'em,
[2010]
Bearing the Kings will from his mouth expressely?
Car. Till I finde more then will, or words to do it, (I meane your malice) know, Officious Lords, I dare, and must deny it. Now I feele Of what course Mettle ye are molded, Enuy,
[2015]
How eagerly ye follow my Disgraces As if it fed ye, and how sleeke and wanton Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine? Follow your enuious courses, men of Malice; You haue Christian warrant for 'em, and no doubt
[2020]
In time will finde their fit Rewards. That Seale You aske with such a Violence, the King (Mine, and your Master) with his owne hand, gaue me: Bad me enioy it, with the Place, and Honors During my life; and to confirme his Goodnesse,
[2025]
Ti'de it by Letters Patents. Now, who'll take it?
Sur. The King that gaue it. Car. It must be himselfe then. Sur. Thou art a proud Traitor, Priest. Car. Proud Lord, thou lyest:
[2030]
Within these fortie houres, Surrey durst better Haue burnt that Tongue, then saide so.
Sur. Thy Ambition (Thou Scarlet sinne) robb'd this bewailing Land Of Noble Buckingham, my Father‑in‑Law,
[2035]
The heads of all thy Brother‑Cardinals, (With thee, and all thy best parts bound together) Weigh'd not a haire of his. Plague of your policie, You sent me Deputie for Ireland, Farre from his succour; from the King, from all
[2040]
That might haue mercie on the fault, thou gau'st him: Whil'st your great Goodnesse, out of holy pitty, Absolu'd him with an Axe.
Wol. This, and all else This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit,
[2045]
I answer, is most false. The Duke by Law Found his deserts. How innocent I was From any priuate malice in his end, His Noble Iurie, and foule Cause can witnesse. If I lou'd many words, Lord, I should tell you,
[2050]
You haue as little Honestie, as Honor, That in the way of Loyaltie, and Truth, Toward the King, my euer Roiall Master, Dare mate a sounder man then Surrie can be, And all that loue his follies.
Sur.
[2055]
By my Soule, Your long Coat (Priest) protects you, Thou should'st feele My Sword i'th'life blood of thee else. My Lords, Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance?
[2060]
And from this Fellow? If we liue thus tamely, To be thus Iaded by a peece of Scarlet, Farewell Nobilitie: let his Grace go forward, And dare vs with his Cap, like Larkes.
Card. All Goodnesse
[2065]
Is poyson to thy stomacke.
Sur. Yes, that goodnesse Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one, Into your owne hands (Card'nall) by Extortion: The goodnesse of your intercepted Packets
[2070]
You writ to'th'Pope, against the King: your goodnesse Since you prouoke me, shail be most notorious. My Lord of Norfolke, as you are truly Noble, As you respect the common good, the State Of our despis'd Nobilitie, our Issues,
[2075]
(Whom if he liue, will scarse be Gentlemen) Produce the grand summe of his sinnes, the Articles Collected from his life. Ile startle you Worse then the Sacring Bell, when the browne Wench Lay kissing in your Armes, Lord Cardinall.
Car.
[2080]
How much me thinkes, I could despise this man, But that I am bound in Charitie against it.
Nor. Those Articles, my Lord, are in the Kings hand: But thus much, they are foule ones. Wol. So much fairer
[2085]
And spotlesse, shall mine Innocence arise, When the King knowes my Truth.
Sur. This cannot saue you: I thanke my Memorie, I yet remember Some of these Articles, and out they shall.
[2090]
Now, if you can blush, and crie guiltie Cardinall, You'l shew a little Honestie.
Wol. Speake on Sir, I dare your worst Obiections: If I blush, It is to see a Nobleman want manners. Sur.
[2095]
I had rather want those, then my head; Haue at you. First, that without the Kings assent or knowledge, You wrought to be a Legate, by which power You maim'd the Iurisdiction of all Bishops.
Nor.
[2100]
Then, That in all you writ to Rome, or else To Forraigne Princes, Ego & Rex meus Was still inscrib'd: in which you brought the King To be your Seruant.
Suf. Then, that without the knowledge
[2105]
Either of King or Councell, when you went Ambassador to the Emperor, you made bold To carry into Flanders, the Great Seale.
Sur. Item, You sent a large Commission To Gregory de Cassado, to conclude
[2110]
Without the Kings will, or the States allowance, A League betweene his Highnesse, and Ferrara.
Suf. That out of meere Ambition, you haue caus'd Your holy‑Hat to be stampt on the Kings Coine. Sur. Then, That you haue sent inumerable substance,
[2115]
(By what meanes got, I leaue to your owne conscience) To furnish Rome, and to prepare the wayes You haue for Dignities, to the meere vndooing Of all the Kingdome. Many more there are, Which since they are of you, and odious,
[2120]
I will not taint my mouth with.
Cham. O my Lord, Presse not a falling man too farre: 'tis Vertue: His faults lye open to the Lawes, let them (Not you) correct him. My heart weepes to see him
[2125]
So little, of his great Selfe.
Sur. I forgiue him. Suf. Lord Cardinall, the Kings further pleasure is, Bccause all those things you haue done of late By your power Legatiue within this Kingdome,
[2130]
Fall into'th'compasse of a Premunire; That therefore such a Writ be sued against you, To forfeit all your Goods, Lands, Tenements, Castles, and whatsoeuer, and to be Out of the Kings protection. This is my Charge.
Nor.
[2135]
And so wee'l leaue you to your Meditations How to liue better. For your stubborne answer About the giuing backe the Great Seale to vs, The King shall know it, and (no doubt) shal thanke you. So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinall.
Exeunt all but Wolsey. Wol.
[2140]
So farewell, to the little good you beare me. Farewell ? A long farewell to all my Greatnesse. This is the state of Man; to day he puts forth The tender Leaues of hopes, to morrow Blossomes, And beares his blushing Honors thicke vpon him:
[2145]
The third day, comes a Frost; a killing Frost, And when he thinkes, good easie man, full surely His Greatnesse is a ripening, nippes his roote, And then he fals as I do. I haue ventur'd Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders:
[2150]
This many Summers in a Sea of Glory, But farre beyond my depth: my high‑blowne Pride At length broke vnder me, and now ha's left me Weary, and old with Seruice, to the mercy Of a rude streame, that must for euer hide me.
[2155]
Vaine pompe, and glory of this World, I hate ye, I feele my heart new open'd. Oh how wretched Is that poore man, that hangs on Princes fauours? There is betwixt that smile we would aspire too, That sweet Aspect of Princes, and their ruine,
[2160]
More pangs, and feares then warres, or women haue; And when he falles, he falles like Lucifer, Neuer to hope againe. Enter Cromwell, standing amazed. Why how now Cromwell?
Crom. I haue no power to speake Sir. Car.
[2165]
What, amaz'd At my misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder A great man should decline. Nay, and you weep I am falne indeed.
Crom. How does your Grace. Card.
[2170]
Why well: Neuer so truly happy, my good Cromwell, I know my selfe now, and I feele within me, A peace aboue all earthly Dignities, A still, and quiet Conscience. The King ha's cur'd me,
[2175]
I humbly thanke his Grace: and from these shoulders These ruin'd Pillers, out of pitty, taken A loade, would sinke a Nauy, (too much Honor.) O 'tis a burden Cromwel, 'tis a burden Too heauy for a man, that hopes for Heauen.
Crom.
[2180]
I am glad your Grace, Ha's made that right vse of it.
Card. I hope I haue: I am able now (me thinkes) (Out of a Fortitude of Soule, I feele)
[2185]
To endure more Miseries, and greater farre Then my Weake‑hearted Enemies, dare offer. What Newes abroad ?
Crom. The heauiest, and the worst, Is your displeasure with the King. Card.
[2190]
God blesse him.
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen Lord Chancellor, in your place. Card. That's somewhat sodain. But he's a Learned man. May he continue
[2195]
Long in his Highnesse fauour, and do Iustice For Truths‑sake, and his Conscience; that his bones, When he ha's run his course, and sleepes in Blessings, May haue a Tombe of Orphants teares wept on him. What more?
Crom.
[2200]
That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Install'd Lord Arch‑byshop of Canterbury.
Card. That's Newes indeed. Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in secrecie long married,
[2205]
This day was view'd in open, as his Queene, Going to Chappell: and the voyce is now Onely about her Corronation.
Card. There was the waight that pull'd me downe, O Cromwell,
[2210]
The King ha's gone beyond me: All my Glories In that one woman, I haue lost for euer. No Sun, shall euer vsher forth mine Honors, Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted Vpon my smiles. Go get thee from me Cromwel,
[2215]
I am a poore falne man, vnworthy now To be thy Lord, and Master. Seeke the King (That Sun, I pray may neuer set) I haue told him, What, and how true thou art; he will aduance thee: Some little memory of me, will stirre him
[2220]
(I know his Noble Nature) not to let Thy hopefull seruice perish too. Good Cromwell Neglect him not; make vse now, and prouide For thine owne future safety.
Crom. O my Lord,
[2225]
Must I then leaue you? Must I needes forgo So good, so Noble, and so true a Master? Beare witnesse, all that haue not hearts of Iron, With what a sorrow Cromwel leaues his Lord. The King shall haue my seruice; but my prayres
[2230]
For euer, and for euer shall be yours.
Card. Cromwel, I did not thinke to shed a teare In all my Miseries: But thou hast forc'd me (Out of thy honest truth) to play the Woman. Let's dry our eyes: And thus farre heare me Cromwel,
[2235]
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleepe in dull cold Marble, where no mention Of me, more must be heard of: Say I taught thee, Say Wolsey, that once trod the wayes of Glory, And sounded all the Depths, and Shoales of Honor,
[2240]
Found thee a way (out of his wracke) to rise in: A sure, and safe one, though thy Master mist it. Marke but my Fall, and that that Ruin'd me: Cromwel, I charge thee, fling away Ambition, By that sinne fell the Angels: how can man then
[2245]
(The Image of his Maker) hope to win by it? Loue thy selfe last, cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more then Honesty. Still in thy right hand, carry gentle Peace To silence enuious Tongues. Be iust, and feare not;
[2250]
Let all the ends thou aym'st at, be thy Countries, Thy Gods, and Truths. Then if thou fall'st (O Cromwell) Thou fall'st a blessed Martyr. Serue the King: And prythee leade me in: There take an Inuentory of all I haue,
[2255]
To the last peny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe, And my Integrity to Heauen, is all, I dare now call mine owne. O Cromwel, Cromwel, Had I but seru'd my God, with halfe the Zeale I seru'd my King: he would not in mine Age
[2260]
Haue left me naked to mine Enemies.
Crom. Good Sir, haue patience. Card. So I haue. Farewell The Hopes of Court, my Hopes in Heauen do dwell. Exeunt.
 

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   <head rend="italic center">Scena Secunda.</head>
   <head type="supplied">[Act 3, Scene 2]</head>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter the Duke of Norfolke, Duke of Suffolke, Lord Surrey,
      <lb/>and Lord Chamberlaine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Norf.</speaker>
      <l n="1725">If you will now vnite in your Complaints,</l>
      <l n="1726">And force them with a Constancy, the Cardinall</l>
      <l n="1727">Cannot stand vnder them. If you omit</l>
      <l n="1728">The offer of this time, I cannot promise,</l>
      <l n="1729">But that you shall sustaine moe new disgraces,</l>
      <l n="1730">With these you beare alreadie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1731">I am ioyfull</l>
      <l n="1732">To meete the least occasion, that may giue me</l>
      <l n="1733">Remembrance of my Father‑in‑Law, the Duke,</l>
      <l n="1734">To be reueng'd on him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1735">Which of the Peeres</l>
      <l n="1736">Haue vncontemn'd gone by him, or at least</l>
      <l n="1737">Strangely neglected<c rend="italic">?</c>When did he regard</l>
      <l n="1738">The stampe of Noblenesse in any person</l>
      <l n="1739">Out of himselfe?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-chm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="1740">My Lords, you speake your pleasures:</l>
      <l n="1741">What he deserues of you and me, I know:</l>
      <l n="1742">What we can do to him (though now the time</l>
      <l n="1743">Giues way to vs) I much feare. If you cannot</l>
      <l n="1744">Barre his accesse to'th'King, neuer attempt</l>
      <l n="1745">Any thing on him: for he hath a Witchcraft</l>
      <l n="1746">Ouer the King in's Tongue.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1747">O feare him not,</l>
      <l n="1748">His spell in that is out: the King hath found</l>
      <l n="1749">Matter against him, that for euer marres</l>
      <l n="1750">The Hony of his Language. No, he's setled</l>
      <l n="1751">(Not to come off) in his displeasure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1752">Sir,</l>
      <l n="1753">I should be glad to heare such Newes as this</l>
      <l n="1754">Once euery houre.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1755">Beleeue it, this is true.</l>
      <l n="1756">In the Diuorce, his contrarie proceedings</l>
      <l n="1757">Are all vnfolded: wherein he appeares,</l>
      <l n="1758">As I would wish mine Enemy.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1759">How came</l>
      <l n="1760">His practises to light?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1761">Most strangely.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1762">O how? how?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1763">The Cardinals Letters to the Pope miscarried,</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0576-0.jpg" n="220"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1764">And came to th'eye o'th'King, wherein was read</l>
      <l n="1765">How that the Cardinall did intreat his Holinesse</l>
      <l n="1766">To stay the Iudgement o'th'Diuorce; for if</l>
      <l n="1767">It did take place, I do (quoth he) perceiue</l>
      <l n="1768">My King is tangled in affection, to</l>
      <l n="1769">A Creature of the Queenes, Lady<hi rend="italic">Anne Bullen</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1770">Ha's the King this?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1771">Beleeue it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1772">Will this worke?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-chm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="1773">The King in this perceiues him, how he coasts</l>
      <l n="1774">And hedges his owne way. But in this point,</l>
      <l n="1775">All his trickes founder, and he brings his Physicke</l>
      <l n="1776">After his Patients death; the King already</l>
      <l n="1777">Hath married the faire Lady.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1778">Would he had.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1779">May you be happy in your wish my Lord,</l>
      <l n="1780">For I professe you haue it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1781">Now all my ioy</l>
      <l n="1782">Trace the Coniunction.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1783">My Amen too't.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1784">All mens.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1785">There's order giuen for her Coronation:</l>
      <l n="1786">Marry this is yet but yong, and may be left</l>
      <l n="1787">To some eares vnrecounted. But my Lords</l>
      <l n="1788">She is a gallant Creature, and compleate</l>
      <l n="1789">In minde and feature. I perswade me, from her</l>
      <l n="1790">Will fall some blessing to this Land, which shall</l>
      <l n="1791">In it be memoriz'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1792">But will the King</l>
      <l n="1793">Digest this Letter of the Cardinals?</l>
      <l n="1794">The Lord forbid.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1795">Marry Amen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1796">No, no:</l>
      <l n="1797">There be moe Waspes that buz about his Nose,</l>
      <l n="1798">Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinall<hi rend="italic">Campeius</hi>,</l>
      <l n="1799">Is stolne away to Rome, hath 'tane no leaue,</l>
      <l n="1800">Ha's left the cause o'th'King vnhandled, and</l>
      <l n="1801">Is posted as the Agent of our Cardinall,</l>
      <l n="1802">To second all his plot. I do assure you,</l>
      <l n="1803">The King cry'de Ha, at this.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-chm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="1804">Now God incense him,</l>
      <l n="1805">And let him cry Ha, lowder.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Norf.</speaker>
      <l n="1806">But my Lord</l>
      <l n="1807">When returnes<hi rend="italic">Cranmer</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1808">He is return'd in his Opinions, which</l>
      <l n="1809">Haue satisfied the King for his Diuorce,</l>
      <l n="1810">Together with all famous Colledges</l>
      <l n="1811">Almost in Christendome: shortly (I beleeue)</l>
      <l n="1812">His second Marriage shall be publishd, and</l>
      <l n="1813">Her Coronation.<hi rend="italic">Katherine</hi>no more</l>
      <l n="1814">Shall be call'd Queene, but Princesse Dowager,</l>
      <l n="1815">And Widdow to Prince<hi rend="italic">Arthur</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1816">This same<hi rend="italic">Cranmer</hi>'s</l>
      <l n="1817">A worthy Fellow, and hath tane much paine</l>
      <l n="1818">In the Kings businesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1819">He has, and we shall see him</l>
      <l n="1820">For it, an Arch‑byshop.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1821">So I heare.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1822">'Tis so.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Wolsey and Cromwell.</stage>
      <l n="1823">The Cardinall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1824">Obserue, obserue, hee's moody.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1825">The Packet Cromwell,</l>
      <l n="1826">Gau't you the King?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="1827">To his owne hand, in's Bed‑chamber.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="1828">Look'd he o'th'inside of the Paper?</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="1829">Presently</l>
      <l n="1830">He did vnseale them; and the first he view'd,</l>
      <l n="1831">He did it with a Serious minde: a heede</l>
      <l n="1832">Was in his countenance. You he bad</l>
      <l n="1833">Attend him heere this Morning.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="1834">Is he ready to come abroad<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="1835">I thinke by this he is.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="1836">Leaue me a while.</l>
      <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit Cromwell.</stage>
      <l n="1837">It shall be to the Dutches of Alanson,</l>
      <l n="1838">The French Kings Sister; He shall marry her.</l>
      <l n="1839">
         <hi rend="italic">Anne Bullen</hi>? No: Ile no<hi rend="italic">Anne Bullens</hi>for him,</l>
      <l n="1840">There's more in't then faire Visage.<hi rend="italic">Bullen</hi>?</l>
      <l n="1841">No, wee'l no<hi rend="italic">Bullens:</hi>Speedily I wish</l>
      <l n="1842">To heare from Rome. The Marchionesse of Penbroke?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1843">He's discontented.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1844">Maybe he heares the King</l>
      <l n="1845">Does whet his Anger to him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1846">Sharpe enough,</l>
      <l n="1847">Lord for thy Iustice.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1848">The late Queenes Gentlewoman?</l>
      <l n="1849">A Knights Daughter</l>
      <l n="1850">To be her Mistris Mistris? The Queenes, Queene?</l>
      <l n="1851">This Candle burnes not cleere, 'tis I must snuffe it,</l>
      <l n="1852">Then out it goes. What though I know her vertuous</l>
      <l n="1853">And well deseruing? yet I know her for</l>
      <l n="1854">A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholsome to</l>
      <l n="1855">Our cause, that she should lye i'th'bosome of</l>
      <l n="1856">Our hard rul'd King. Againe, there is sprung vp</l>
      <l n="1857">An Heretique, an Arch‑one;<hi rend="italic">Cranmer</hi>, one</l>
      <l n="1858">Hath crawl'd into the fauour of the King,</l>
      <l n="1859">And is his Oracle.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1860">He is vex'd at something.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter King, reading of a Scedule.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1861">I would 'twer somthing<choice>
            <abbr>y<c rend="superscript">t</c>
            </abbr>
            <expan>that</expan>
         </choice>would fret the string,</l>
      <l n="1862">The Master‑cord on's heart.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="1863">The King, the King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1864">What piles of wealth hath he accumulated</l>
      <l n="1865">To his owne portion? And what expence by'th'houre</l>
      <l n="1866">Seemes to flow from him? How, i'th'name of Thrift</l>
      <l n="1867">Does he rake this together? Now my Lords,</l>
      <l n="1868">Saw you the Cardinall?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1869">My Lord, we haue</l>
      <l n="1870">Stood heere obseruing him. Some strange Commotion</l>
      <l n="1871">Is in his braine: He bites his lip, and starts,</l>
      <l n="1872">Stops on a sodaine, lookes vpon the ground,</l>
      <l n="1873">Then layes his finger on his Temple: straight</l>
      <l n="1874">Springs out into fast gate, then stops againe,</l>
      <l n="1875">Strikes his brest hard, and anon, he casts</l>
      <l n="1876">His eye against the Moone: in most strange Postures</l>
      <l n="1877">We haue seene him set himselfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1878">It may well be,</l>
      <l n="1879">There is a mutiny in's minde. This morning,</l>
      <l n="1880">Papers of State he sent me, to peruse</l>
      <l n="1881">As I requir'd: and wot you what I found</l>
      <l n="1882">There (on my Conscience put vnwittingly)</l>
      <l n="1883">Forsooth an Inuentory, thus importing</l>
      <l n="1884">The seuerall parcels of his Plate his Treasure,</l>
      <l n="1885">Rich Stuffes and Ornaments of Houshold, which</l>
      <l n="1886">I finde at such proud Rate, that it out‑speakes</l>
      <l n="1887">Posession of a Subiect.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="1888">It's Heauens will,</l>
      <l n="1889">Some Spirit put this paper in the Packet,</l>
      <l n="1890">To blesse your eye withall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1891">If we did thinke</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0577-0.jpg" n="221"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="1892">His Contemplation were aboue the earth,</l>
      <l n="1893">And fixt on Spirituall obiect, he should still</l>
      <l n="1894">Dwell in his Musings, but I am affraid</l>
      <l n="1895">His Thinkings are below the Moone, not worth</l>
      <l n="1896">His serious considering.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="business">King takes his Seat, whispers Louell, who goes
      <lb/>to the Cardinall.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1897">Heauen forgiue me,</l>
      <l n="1898">Euer God blesse your Highnesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1899">Good my Lord,</l>
      <l n="1900">You are full of Heauenly stuffe, and beare the Inuentory</l>
      <l n="1901">Of your best Graces, in your minde; the which</l>
      <l n="1902">You were now running o're: you haue scarse time</l>
      <l n="1903">To steale from Spirituall leysure, a briefe span</l>
      <l n="1904">To keepe your earthly Audit, sure in that</l>
      <l n="1905">I deeme you an ill Husband, and am gald</l>
      <l n="1906">To haue you therein my Companion.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1907">Sir,</l>
      <l n="1908">For Holy Offices I haue a time; a time</l>
      <l n="1909">To thinke vpon the part of businesse, which</l>
      <l n="1910">I beare i'th'State: and Nature does require</l>
      <l n="1911">Her times of preseruation, which perforce</l>
      <l n="1912">I her fraile sonne, among'st my Brethren mortall,</l>
      <l n="1913">Must giue my tendance to.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1914">You haue said well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1915">And euer may your Highnesse yoake together,</l>
      <l n="1916">(As I will lend you cause) my doing Well,</l>
      <l n="1917">With my well saying.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1918">'Tis well said agen,</l>
      <l n="1919">And 'tis a kinde of good deede to say well,</l>
      <l n="1920">And yet words are no deeds. My Father lou'd you,</l>
      <l n="1921">He said he did, and with his deed did Crowne</l>
      <l n="1922">His word vpon you. Since I had my Office,</l>
      <l n="1923">I haue kept you next my Heart, haue not alone</l>
      <l n="1924">Imploy'd you where high Profits might come home,</l>
      <l n="1925">But par'd my present Hauings, to bestow</l>
      <l n="1926">My Bounties vpon you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1927">What should this meane?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="1928">The Lord increase this businesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1929">Haue I not made you</l>
      <l n="1930">The prime man of the State? I pray you tell me,</l>
      <l n="1931">If what I now pronounce, you haue found true:</l>
      <l n="1932">And if you may confesse it, say withall</l>
      <l n="1933">If you are bound to vs, or no. What say you?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1934">My Soueraigne, I confesse your Royall graces</l>
      <l n="1935">Showr'd on me daily, haue bene more then could</l>
      <l n="1936">My studied purposes requite, which went</l>
      <l n="1937">Beyond all mans endeauors. My endeauors,</l>
      <l n="1938">Haue euer come too short of my Desires,</l>
      <l n="1939">Yet fill'd with my Abilities: Mine owne ends</l>
      <l n="1940">Haue beene mine so, that euermore they pointed</l>
      <l n="1941">To'th'good of your most Sacred Person, and</l>
      <l n="1942">The profit of the State. For your great Graces</l>
      <l n="1943">Heap'd vpon me (poore Vndeseruer) I</l>
      <l n="1944">Can nothing render but Allegiant thankes,</l>
      <l n="1945">My Prayres to heauen for you; my Loyaltie</l>
      <l n="1946">Which euer ha's, and euer shall be growing,</l>
      <l n="1947">Till death (that Winter) kill it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1948">Fairely answer'd:</l>
      <l n="1949">A Loyall, and obedient Subiect is</l>
      <l n="1950">Therein illustrated, the Honor of it</l>
      <l n="1951">Does pay the Act of it, as i'th'contrary</l>
      <l n="1952">The fowlenesse is the punishment. I presume,</l>
      <l n="1953">That as my hand ha's open'd Bounty to you,</l>
      <l n="1954">My heart drop'd Loue, my powre rain'd Honor, more</l>
      <l n="1955">On you, then any: So your Hand, and Heart,</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="1956">Your Braine, and euery Function of your power,</l>
      <l n="1957">Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,</l>
      <l n="1958">As 'twer in Loues particular, be more</l>
      <l n="1959">To me your Friend, then any.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1960">I do professe,</l>
      <l n="1961">That for your Highnesse good, I euer labour'd</l>
      <l n="1962">More then mine owne: that am, haue, and will be</l>
      <l n="1963">(Though all the world should cracke their duty to you,</l>
      <l n="1964">And throw it from their Soule, though perils did</l>
      <l n="1965">Abound, as thicke as thought could make 'em, and</l>
      <l n="1966">Appeare in formes more horrid) yet my Duty,</l>
      <l n="1967">As doth a Rocke against the chiding Flood,</l>
      <l n="1968">Should the approach of this wilde Riuer breake,</l>
      <l n="1969">And stand vnshaken yours.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-hn8">
      <speaker rend="italic">King.</speaker>
      <l n="1970">'Tis Nobly spoken:</l>
      <l n="1971">Take notice Lords, he ha's a Loyall brest,</l>
      <l n="1972">For you haue seene him open't. Read o're this,</l>
      <l n="1973">And after this, and then to Breakfast with</l>
      <l n="1974">What appetite you haue.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic" type="exit">Exit King, frowning vpon the Cardinall, the Nobles
      <lb/>throng after him smiling, and whispering.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="1975">What should this meane?</l>
      <l n="1976">What sodaine Anger's this? How haue I reap'd it<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
      <l n="1977">He parted Frowning from me, as if Ruine</l>
      <l n="1978">Leap'd from his Eyes. So lookes the chafed Lyon</l>
      <l n="1979">Vpon the daring Huntsman that has gall'd him:</l>
      <l n="1980">Then makes him nothing. I must reade this paper:</l>
      <l n="1981">I feare the Story of his Anger. 'Tis so:</l>
      <l n="1982">This paper ha's vndone me: 'Tis th'Accompt</l>
      <l n="1983">Of all that world of Wealth I haue drawne together</l>
      <l n="1984">For mine owne ends, (Indeed to gaine the Popedome,</l>
      <l n="1985">And fee my Friends in Rome.) O Negligence!</l>
      <l n="1986">Fit for a Foole to fall by: What crosse Diuell</l>
      <l n="1987">Made me put this maine Secret in the Packet</l>
      <l n="1988">I sent the King? Is there no way to cure this?</l>
      <l n="1989">No new deuice to beate this from his Braines?</l>
      <l n="1990">I know't will stirre him strongly; yet I know</l>
      <l n="1991">A way, if it take right, in spight of Fortune</l>
      <l n="1992">Will bring me off againe. What's this?<hi rend="italic">To th'Pope</hi>?</l>
      <l n="1993">The Letter (as I liue) with all the Businesse</l>
      <l n="1994">I writ too's Holinesse. Nay then, farewell:</l>
      <l n="1995">I haue touch'd the highest point of all my Greatnesse,</l>
      <l n="1996">And from that full Meridian of my Glory,</l>
      <l n="1997">I haste now to my Setting. I shall fall</l>
      <l n="1998">Like a bright exhalation in the Euening,</l>
      <l n="1999">And no man see me more.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter to Woolsey, the Dukes of Norfolke and Suffolke, the
      <lb/>Earle of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlaine.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="2000">Heare the Kings pleasure Cardinall,</l>
      <l n="2001">Who commands you</l>
      <l n="2002">To render vp rhe Great Seale presently</l>
      <l n="2003">Into our hands, and to Confine your selfe</l>
      <l n="2004">To Asher‑house, my Lord of Winchesters,</l>
      <l n="2005">Till you heare further from his Highnesse.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="2006">Stay:</l>
      <l n="2007">Where's your Commission<c rend="italic">?</c>Lords, words cannot carrie</l>
      <l n="2008">Authority so weighty.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2009">Who dare crosse 'em,</l>
      <l n="2010">Bearing the Kings will from his mouth expressely?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="2011">Till I finde more then will, or words to do it,</l>
      <l n="2012">(I meane your malice) know, Officious Lords,</l>
      <l n="2013">I dare, and must deny it. Now I feele</l>
      <l n="2014">Of what course Mettle ye are molded, Enuy,</l>
      <l n="2015">How eagerly ye follow my Disgraces</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0578-0.jpg" n="222"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2016">As if it fed ye, and how sleeke and wanton</l>
      <l n="2017">Ye appeare in euery thing may bring my ruine?</l>
      <l n="2018">Follow your enuious courses, men of Malice;</l>
      <l n="2019">You haue Christian warrant for 'em, and no doubt</l>
      <l n="2020">In time will finde their fit Rewards. That Seale</l>
      <l n="2021">You aske with such a Violence, the King</l>
      <l n="2022">(Mine, and your Master) with his owne hand, gaue me:</l>
      <l n="2023">Bad me enioy it, with the Place, and Honors</l>
      <l n="2024">During my life; and to confirme his Goodnesse,</l>
      <l n="2025">Ti'de it by Letters Patents. Now, who'll take it?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2026">The King that gaue it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="2027">It must be himselfe then.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2028">Thou art a proud Traitor, Priest.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="2029">Proud Lord, thou lyest:</l>
      <l n="2030">Within these fortie houres, Surrey durst better</l>
      <l n="2031">Haue burnt that Tongue, then saide so.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2032">Thy Ambition</l>
      <l n="2033">(Thou Scarlet sinne) robb'd this bewailing Land</l>
      <l n="2034">Of Noble Buckingham, my Father‑in‑Law,</l>
      <l n="2035">The heads of all thy Brother‑Cardinals,</l>
      <l n="2036">(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together)</l>
      <l n="2037">Weigh'd not a haire of his. Plague of your policie,</l>
      <l n="2038">You sent me Deputie for Ireland,</l>
      <l n="2039">Farre from his succour; from the King, from all</l>
      <l n="2040">That might haue mercie on the fault, thou gau'st him:</l>
      <l n="2041">Whil'st your great Goodnesse, out of holy pitty,</l>
      <l n="2042">Absolu'd him with an Axe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wol.</speaker>
      <l n="2043">This, and all else</l>
      <l n="2044">This talking Lord can lay vpon my credit,</l>
      <l n="2045">I answer, is most false. The Duke by Law</l>
      <l n="2046">Found his deserts. How innocent I was</l>
      <l n="2047">From any priuate malice in his end,</l>
      <l n="2048">His Noble Iurie, and foule Cause can witnesse.</l>
      <l n="2049">If I lou'd many words, Lord, I should tell you,</l>
      <l n="2050">You haue as little Honestie, as Honor,</l>
      <l n="2051">That in the way of Loyaltie, and Truth,</l>
      <l n="2052">Toward the King, my euer Roiall Master,</l>
      <l n="2053">Dare mate a sounder man then Surrie can be,</l>
      <l n="2054">And all that loue his follies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2055">By my Soule,</l>
      <l n="2056">Your long Coat (Priest) protects you,</l>
      <l n="2057">Thou should'st feele</l>
      <l n="2058">My Sword i'th'life blood of thee else. My Lords,</l>
      <l n="2059">Can ye endure to heare this Arrogance?</l>
      <l n="2060">And from this Fellow? If we liue thus tamely,</l>
      <l n="2061">To be thus Iaded by a peece of Scarlet,</l>
      <l n="2062">Farewell Nobilitie: let his Grace go forward,</l>
      <l n="2063">And dare vs with his Cap, like Larkes.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2064">All Goodnesse</l>
      <l n="2065">Is poyson to thy stomacke.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2066">Yes, that goodnesse</l>
      <l n="2067">Of gleaning all the Lands wealth into one,</l>
      <l n="2068">Into your owne hands (Card'nall) by Extortion:</l>
      <l n="2069">The goodnesse of your intercepted Packets</l>
      <l n="2070">You writ to'th'Pope, against the King: your goodnesse</l>
      <l n="2071">Since you prouoke me, shail be most notorious.</l>
      <l n="2072">My Lord of Norfolke, as you are truly Noble,</l>
      <l n="2073">As you respect the common good, the State</l>
      <l n="2074">Of our despis'd Nobilitie, our Issues,</l>
      <l n="2075">(Whom if he liue, will scarse be Gentlemen)</l>
      <l n="2076">Produce the grand summe of his sinnes, the Articles</l>
      <l n="2077">Collected from his life. Ile startle you</l>
      <l n="2078">Worse then the Sacring Bell, when the browne Wench</l>
      <l n="2079">Lay kissing in your Armes, Lord Cardinall.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="2080">How much me thinkes, I could despise this man,</l>
      <l n="2081">But that I am bound in Charitie against it.</l>
   </sp>
   <cb n="2"/>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="2082">Those Articles, my Lord, are in the Kings hand:</l>
      <l n="2083">But thus much, they are foule ones.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wol.</speaker>
      <l n="2084">So much fairer</l>
      <l n="2085">And spotlesse, shall mine Innocence arise,</l>
      <l n="2086">When the King knowes my Truth.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2087">This cannot saue you:</l>
      <l n="2088">I thanke my Memorie, I yet remember</l>
      <l n="2089">Some of these Articles, and out they shall.</l>
      <l n="2090">Now, if you can blush, and crie guiltie Cardinall,</l>
      <l n="2091">You'l shew a little Honestie.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wol.</speaker>
      <l n="2092">Speake on Sir,</l>
      <l n="2093">I dare your worst Obiections: If I blush,</l>
      <l n="2094">It is to see a Nobleman want manners.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2095">I had rather want those, then my head;</l>
      <l n="2096">Haue at you.</l>
      <l n="2097">First, that without the Kings assent or knowledge,</l>
      <l n="2098">You wrought to be a Legate, by which power</l>
      <l n="2099">You maim'd the Iurisdiction of all Bishops.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="2100">Then, That in all you writ to Rome, or else</l>
      <l n="2101">To Forraigne Princes,<hi rend="italic">Ego &amp; Rex meus</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2102">Was still inscrib'd: in which you brought the King</l>
      <l n="2103">To be your Seruant.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2104">Then, that without the knowledge</l>
      <l n="2105">Either of King or Councell, when you went</l>
      <l n="2106">Ambassador to the Emperor, you made bold</l>
      <l n="2107">To carry into Flanders, the Great Seale.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2108">Item, You sent a large Commission</l>
      <l n="2109">To<hi rend="italic">Gregory de Cassado</hi>, to conclude</l>
      <l n="2110">Without the Kings will, or the States allowance,</l>
      <l n="2111">A League betweene his Highnesse, and<hi rend="italic">Ferrara</hi>.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2112">That out of meere Ambition, you haue caus'd</l>
      <l n="2113">Your holy‑Hat to be stampt on the Kings Coine.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2114">Then, That you haue sent inumerable substance,</l>
      <l n="2115">(By what meanes got, I leaue to your owne conscience)</l>
      <l n="2116">To furnish Rome, and to prepare the wayes</l>
      <l n="2117">You haue for Dignities, to the meere vndooing</l>
      <l n="2118">Of all the Kingdome. Many more there are,</l>
      <l n="2119">Which since they are of you, and odious,</l>
      <l n="2120">I will not taint my mouth with.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-chm">
      <speaker rend="italic">Cham.</speaker>
      <l n="2121">O my Lord,</l>
      <l n="2122">Presse not a falling man too farre: 'tis Vertue:</l>
      <l n="2123">His faults lye open to the Lawes, let them</l>
      <l n="2124">(Not you) correct him. My heart weepes to see him</l>
      <l n="2125">So little, of his great Selfe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-sur">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sur.</speaker>
      <l n="2126">I forgiue him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-suf">
      <speaker rend="italic">Suf.</speaker>
      <l n="2127">Lord Cardinall, the Kings further pleasure is,</l>
      <l n="2128">Bccause all those things you haue done of late</l>
      <l n="2129">By your power Legatiue within this Kingdome,</l>
      <l n="2130">Fall into'th'compasse of a Premunire;</l>
      <l n="2131">That therefore such a Writ be sued against you,</l>
      <l n="2132">To forfeit all your Goods, Lands, Tenements,</l>
      <l n="2133">Castles, and whatsoeuer, and to be</l>
      <l n="2134">Out of the Kings protection. This is my Charge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-nfk">
      <speaker rend="italic">Nor.</speaker>
      <l n="2135">And so wee'l leaue you to your Meditations</l>
      <l n="2136">How to liue better. For your stubborne answer</l>
      <l n="2137">About the giuing backe the Great Seale to vs,</l>
      <l n="2138">The King shall know it, and (no doubt) shal thanke you.</l>
      <l n="2139">So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinall.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt all but Wolsey.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Wol.</speaker>
      <l n="2140">So farewell, to the little good you beare me.</l>
      <l n="2141">Farewell<c rend="italic">?</c>A long farewell to all my Greatnesse.</l>
      <l n="2142">This is the state of Man; to day he puts forth</l>
      <l n="2143">The tender Leaues of hopes, to morrow Blossomes,</l>
      <l n="2144">And beares his blushing Honors thicke vpon him:</l>
      <l n="2145">The third day, comes a Frost; a killing Frost,</l>
      <l n="2146">And when he thinkes, good easie man, full surely</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0579-0.jpg" n="223"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="2147">His Greatnesse is a ripening, nippes his roote,</l>
      <l n="2148">And then he fals as I do. I haue ventur'd</l>
      <l n="2149">Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders:</l>
      <l n="2150">This many Summers in a Sea of Glory,</l>
      <l n="2151">But farre beyond my depth: my high‑blowne Pride</l>
      <l n="2152">At length broke vnder me, and now ha's left me</l>
      <l n="2153">Weary, and old with Seruice, to the mercy</l>
      <l n="2154">Of a rude streame, that must for euer hide me.</l>
      <l n="2155">Vaine pompe, and glory of this World, I hate ye,</l>
      <l n="2156">I feele my heart new open'd. Oh how wretched</l>
      <l n="2157">Is that poore man, that hangs on Princes fauours?</l>
      <l n="2158">There is betwixt that smile we would aspire too,</l>
      <l n="2159">That sweet Aspect of Princes, and their ruine,</l>
      <l n="2160">More pangs, and feares then warres, or women haue;</l>
      <l n="2161">And when he falles, he falles like Lucifer,</l>
      <l n="2162">Neuer to hope againe.</l>
      <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Cromwell, standing amazed.</stage>
      <l n="2163">Why how now<hi rend="italic">Cromwell</hi>?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2164">I haue no power to speake Sir.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Car.</speaker>
      <l n="2165">What, amaz'd</l>
      <l n="2166">At my misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder</l>
      <l n="2167">A great man should decline. Nay, and you weep</l>
      <l n="2168">I am falne indeed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2169">How does your Grace.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2170">Why well:</l>
      <l n="2171">Neuer so truly happy, my good<hi rend="italic">Cromwell</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2172">I know my selfe now, and I feele within me,</l>
      <l n="2173">A peace aboue all earthly Dignities,</l>
      <l n="2174">A still, and quiet Conscience. The King ha's cur'd me,</l>
      <l n="2175">I humbly thanke his Grace: and from these shoulders</l>
      <l n="2176">These ruin'd Pillers, out of pitty, taken</l>
      <l n="2177">A loade, would sinke a Nauy, (too much Honor.)</l>
      <l n="2178">O 'tis a burden<hi rend="italic">Cromwel</hi>, 'tis a burden</l>
      <l n="2179">Too heauy for a man, that hopes for Heauen.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2180">I am glad your Grace,</l>
      <l n="2181">Ha's made that right vse of it.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2182">I hope I haue:</l>
      <l n="2183">I am able now (me thinkes)</l>
      <l n="2184">(Out of a Fortitude of Soule, I feele)</l>
      <l n="2185">To endure more Miseries, and greater farre</l>
      <l n="2186">Then my Weake‑hearted Enemies, dare offer.</l>
      <l n="2187">What Newes abroad<c rend="italic">?</c>
      </l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2188">The heauiest, and the worst,</l>
      <l n="2189">Is your displeasure with the King.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2190">God blesse him.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2191">The next is, that Sir<hi rend="italic">Thomas Moore</hi>is chosen</l>
      <l n="2192">Lord Chancellor, in your place.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2193">That's somewhat sodain.</l>
      <l n="2194">But he's a Learned man. May he continue</l>
      <l n="2195">Long in his Highnesse fauour, and do Iustice</l>
      <l n="2196">For Truths‑sake, and his Conscience; that his bones,</l>
      <l n="2197">When he ha's run his course, and sleepes in Blessings,</l>
      <l n="2198">May haue a Tombe of Orphants teares wept on him.</l>
      <l n="2199">What more?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2200">That<hi rend="italic">Cranmer</hi>is return'd with welcome;</l>
      <l n="2201">Install'd Lord Arch‑byshop of Canterbury.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2202">That's Newes indeed.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2203">Last, that the Lady<hi rend="italic">Anne</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2204">Whom the King hath in secrecie long married,</l>
      <l n="2205">This day was view'd in open, as his Queene,</l>
      <l n="2206">Going to Chappell: and the voyce is now</l>
      <l n="2207">Onely about her Corronation.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2208">There was the waight that pull'd me downe,</l>
      <l n="2209">O<hi rend="italic">Cromwell</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2210">The King ha's gone beyond me: All my Glories</l>
      <l n="2211">In that one woman, I haue lost for euer.</l>
      <cb n="2"/>
      <l n="2212">No Sun, shall euer vsher forth mine Honors,</l>
      <l n="2213">Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted</l>
      <l n="2214">Vpon my smiles. Go get thee from me<hi rend="italic">Cromwel</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2215">I am a poore falne man, vnworthy now</l>
      <l n="2216">To be thy Lord, and Master. Seeke the King</l>
      <l n="2217">(That Sun, I pray may neuer set) I haue told him,</l>
      <l n="2218">What, and how true thou art; he will aduance thee:</l>
      <l n="2219">Some little memory of me, will stirre him</l>
      <l n="2220">(I know his Noble Nature) not to let</l>
      <l n="2221">Thy hopefull seruice perish too. Good<hi rend="italic">Cromwell</hi>
      </l>
      <l n="2222">Neglect him not; make vse now, and prouide</l>
      <l n="2223">For thine owne future safety.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2224">O my Lord,</l>
      <l n="2225">Must I then leaue you? Must I needes forgo</l>
      <l n="2226">So good, so Noble, and so true a Master?</l>
      <l n="2227">Beare witnesse, all that haue not hearts of Iron,</l>
      <l n="2228">With what a sorrow<hi rend="italic">Cromwel</hi>leaues his Lord.</l>
      <l n="2229">The King shall haue my seruice; but my prayres</l>
      <l n="2230">For euer, and for euer shall be yours.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2231">
         <hi rend="italic">Cromwel</hi>, I did not thinke to shed a teare</l>
      <l n="2232">In all my Miseries: But thou hast forc'd me</l>
      <l n="2233">(Out of thy honest truth) to play the Woman.</l>
      <l n="2234">Let's dry our eyes: And thus farre heare me<hi rend="italic">Cromwel</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2235">And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,</l>
      <l n="2236">And sleepe in dull cold Marble, where no mention</l>
      <l n="2237">Of me, more must be heard of: Say I taught thee,</l>
      <l n="2238">Say<hi rend="italic">Wolsey</hi>, that once trod the wayes of Glory,</l>
      <l n="2239">And sounded all the Depths, and Shoales of Honor,</l>
      <l n="2240">Found thee a way (out of his wracke) to rise in:</l>
      <l n="2241">A sure, and safe one, though thy Master mist it.</l>
      <l n="2242">Marke but my Fall, and that that Ruin'd me:</l>
      <l n="2243">
         <hi rend="italic">Cromwel</hi>, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,</l>
      <l n="2244">By that sinne fell the Angels: how can man then</l>
      <l n="2245">(The Image of his Maker) hope to win by it?</l>
      <l n="2246">Loue thy selfe last, cherish those hearts that hate thee;</l>
      <l n="2247">Corruption wins not more then Honesty.</l>
      <l n="2248">Still in thy right hand, carry gentle Peace</l>
      <l n="2249">To silence enuious Tongues. Be iust, and feare not;</l>
      <l n="2250">Let all the ends thou aym'st at, be thy Countries,</l>
      <l n="2251">Thy Gods, and Truths. Then if thou fall'st (O<hi rend="italic">Cromwell</hi>)</l>
      <l n="2252">Thou fall'st a blessed Martyr.</l>
      <l n="2253">Serue the King: And prythee leade me in:</l>
      <l n="2254">There take an Inuentory of all I haue,</l>
      <l n="2255">To the last peny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe,</l>
      <l n="2256">And my Integrity to Heauen, is all,</l>
      <l n="2257">I dare now call mine owne. O<hi rend="italic">Cromwel, Cromwel</hi>,</l>
      <l n="2258">Had I but seru'd my God, with halfe the Zeale</l>
      <l n="2259">I seru'd my King: he would not in mine Age</l>
      <l n="2260">Haue left me naked to mine Enemies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-cro">
      <speaker rend="italic">Crom.</speaker>
      <l n="2261">Good Sir, haue patience.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-h8-wol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Card.</speaker>
      <l n="2262">So I haue. Farewell</l>
      <l n="2263">The Hopes of Court, my Hopes in Heauen do dwell.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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