As you refpect the common good, the state Who, if he live, will fcarce be gentlemen, Worfe than the facring bell, when the brown wench Wol. How much methinks I could despise this man, But that I'm bound in charity against it! Nor. Thofe articles, my Lord, are in th' King's hand: But thus much, they are foul ones. Wol. So much fairer And spotlefs fhall mine innocence arise, Sur. This cannot fave you :' I thank my memory, I yet remember Now, if you can, blush, and cry Guilty, Cardinal, Wol. Speak on, Sir, I dare your worft objections: if I blush, It is to fee a Nobleman want manners. Sur. I'd rather want those than my head; have at you. First, that without the King's affent or knowledge You wrought to be a Legat, by which power You maim'd the jurifdiction of all Bishops. Nor. Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else To foreign Princes, Ego & Rex meus Was ftill infcrib'd; in which you brought the King Suf. That without the knowledge Either of King or council, when you went Sur. Item, You fent a large commiffion To Gregory de Caffalis, to conclude, Without the King's will or the State's allowance, Suf. That out of meer ambition, you have made Ee 3 Sur Sur. That you have fent innumerable fums, Prefs not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: Sur. I forgive him. ̧ Suf. Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleasure is, That therefore fuch a writ be fued against you; Out of the King's protection. This is my charge. you. [Exeunt all but Wolfey. SCENE VI. Wol. So farewel to the little good you bear me! At At length broke under me, and now has left me Enter Cromwell, ftanding amaz’d. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no pow'r to fpeak, Sir. At my misfortunes? can thy fpirit wonder A great man fhould decline? nay, if You weep, Crom. How does your Grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know my self now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities; A fill and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me,. A load would fink a navy, too much honour. Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n. Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use of it. Wol. I hope I have: I'm able now methinks, Out of a fortitude of foul I feel, T'endure more miferies, and greater far Crom. The heaviest, and the worst, Is your difpleasure with the King. Wol. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wel Wol. That's fomewhat fudden May he continue Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Crom. Laft, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married Only about her coronation. Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. O CromThe King has gone beyond me: all my glories In that one woman I have loft for ever. No fun fhall ever usher forth mine honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell, To be thy Lord and mafter. Seek the King, I know his noble nature, not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make ufe now, and provide Crom. O my Lord, Muft I then leave you? muft I needs forego Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear [well, Let's Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To filence envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not. Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'ft, O Cromwell, And pr'ythee lead me in There take an inventory of all I have, And my integrity to heav'n, is all My robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, I ferv'd my King, he would not in mine age Crom. Good Sir, have patience! Wol. So I have. Farewel The hopes of court ! my hopes in heav'n do dwell. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. A Street in Westminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. 1 Gen. You' 2 Gen. And fo are you. 1 Gen. You come to take your ftand here, and behold The Lady Anne pass from her coronation. 2 Gen. 'Tis all my bufinefs. At our laft encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his tryal. 1 Gen |