Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Card. Neglect him not; make vse now, and prouide
Card. For thine owne future safety.
Crom. Crom.
Crom. O my Lord,
Crom. Must I then leaue you? Must I needes forgo
Crom. So good, so Noble, and so true a Master?
Crom. Beare witnesse, all that haue not hearts of Iron,
Crom. With what a sorrow Cromwel leaues his Lord.
Crom. The King shall haue my seruice; but my prayres
Crom. For euer, and for euer shall be yours.
Card. Card.
Card. Cromwel, I did not thinke to shed a teare
Card. In all my Miseries: But thou hast forc'd me
Card. (Out of thy honest truth) to play the Woman.
Card. Let's dry our eyes: And thus farre heare me Cromwel,
Card. And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
Card. And sleepe in dull cold Marble, where no mention
Card. Of me, more must be heard of: Say I taught thee,
Card. Say Wolsey, that once trod the wayes of Glory,
Card. And sounded all the Depths, and Shoales of Honor,