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Have burnt that tongue, than said so.

Sur. Thy ambition,
Thou scarlet fin, robb'd this bewailing land
Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law:
The heads of all thy brother Cardinals,
With thee and all thy best parts bound together,
Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy, ,
You sent me deputy for Ireland,
Far from his succour ; from the King, from all
That might have mercy on the fault thou gav'ft him ;
Whilft your great goodness, out of holy pity,
Abfoly'd him with an axe.

Wol. This, and all else
This talking lord can lay upon my credit,
I answer, is most false. The Duke by law
Found his deserts. How innocent I was
From any private malice in his end,
His noble jury and foul cause can witness.
If I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you,
You have as little honesty as honour;
That in the way of loyalty and truth
Toward the King, my ever royal master,
Daré mate a sounder man than Surrey can be,
And all that love his follies.

Sur. By my soul,
Your long coat, priest, protects you, thou should'it feel
My sword i'th' life-blood of thee else. My lords,
Can ye endure to hear this arrogance ?
And from this fellow? if we live thus tamely,
To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
Farewel nobility, let his grace go forward,
And dare us with his cap, like larks.

Wol. All goodness
Is poison to thy stomach.

Sur. Yes, that goodness
Of gleaning all the lands-wealth into one,
Into your own hands, Card'nal, by extortion:
The goodness of your intercepted packets
You writ to th' Pope, against the King; your goodness,
Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.


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My lord of Norfolk, as you're truly noble,
As you respect the common good, the state
of our despis'd' nobility, our iffues,
Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,
Produce the grand sum of his fins, the articles
Collected from his life.
Worse than the scaring bell, when the brown wench
Lay kissing in your arms, lord Cardinal.

Wol. How much methinks I could despise this many
But that I'm bound in charity against it.

Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in th’ King's hand :
But thus much, they are foul ones.

Wol. So much fairer
And spotless shåll mine innocence arise,
When the King knows my truth.

Sur. This cannot save you ::
I thank my memory, I yet

Some of these articles, and out they shall.
Now, if you can, blush, and cry guilty, Cardinal,
You'll fhew a little honesty.

Wol. Speak on, Sir,
I dare your worft objections : if I blush,
It is to see a nobleman want manners.
Sur. I'd rather want those than my

have at
First, that without the King's affent or knowledge
You wrought to be a legat, by which power
You maim'd the jurisdiétion of all bishops,

Nor. Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else
To foreign Princes, Ego e Rex meus
Was still infcrib'd; in which you brought the King
To be your servant.

Suf. That without the knowledge
Either of King or cou

ouncil, when you went Ambassador to th' Emperor, you made bold To carry into Flanders the


Sur. Item, You sent a large commission
To Gregory de Caffalis, to conclude,
Without the King's will or the State's allowance,
A league between his Highness and Ferrara,


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Suf. That out of meer ambition, you have made Your holy hat be stampt on the King's coin.

Sur. That you have sent innumerable substance (By what means got I leave to your own conscience) Tó furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways You have for dignities, to th' meer undoing of all the kingdom. Many more there are, Which since they are of you, and odious, I will not taint iny mouth with.. Cham, o


lord, Press not a falling man too far ; 'tis virtue : His faults lye open to the laws; let them, Not you, correát him. My heart weeps to see him So little of his great self.

Sur. I forgive him.

Suf. Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleasure is, (Because all those things you have done of late, By your pow'r legatine within this kingdom, Fall in the compals of a præmunire) That therefore such a writ be sued against yous To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Castles, and whatsoever, and to be Out of the King's protection. This is my charge.

Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations How to live better. For your stubborn answer. About the giving back the great The King shall know it, and no doubt shall thank you, So fare you well, my little good lord Cardinal.

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seal to us,


Wol. So, farewell to the little good you bear mes. & 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 blossoms, . And bears his blushing honours thick upon him :« The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, . And when he thinks, good easie man, full surely

His greatness' is a ripening, nips his root,

And and *

• And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd,
• Like liccle wanton boys, that swim 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 must for ever hide me, • Vain pomp and glory of the world! I hate ye, • I feel my heart new opened. Oh how wretched • Is that poor man that hangs on Princes favours !

There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, • That sweet aspect of Princes, 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 standing amaz'd.
Why how now,

Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.

Wol. What, amaz'd
At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder
A great man should decline : 'nay, if you weep,
I'm fall'n indeed.

Crom. How does your Grace ?

Wol. Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know my self now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A still and quiet conscience. The King has curd me,
I humbly thank his Grace; and from there shoulders,
There ruind pillars, out of pity taken
A load would link a navy, too much honour.
O'ris a burden, Cromwell, 'ris a burden
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 miseries, and greater far


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Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer :
What news abroad ?

Cham. The heaviest, and the worst,
Is your displeasure with the King.

Wol. God bless him. Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moor is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol. That's somewhat sudden But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his Highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans tears wept on him. What inore ?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome ; Install'd lord Archbishop of Canterbury.

Wol. That's news indeed.

Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Whom the King hath in secrecy long marry'd,
This day was view'd in open, as his Queen,
Going to chappels and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.
Wol. There was the weight that pullid me down.

O Cromwell,
The King has gone beyond me: all my glories
In chat one woman I have lost for ever.
No sun shall ever usher forth


honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell, I am a


fall'n man, unworthy now
To be thy lord and master. Seek the King,
.(That sun, I pray may never set) I've told him
What and how irue thou art; he will advance thee :
Some little memory of me will ftir him,
I know his noble nature, not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.

Crom. O my lord,
Must I then leave you ? must I needs forego


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