Have burnt that tongue, than faid fo. Sur. Thy ambition, Thou fcarlet fin, robb'd this bewailing land With thee and all thy beft parts bound together, Far from his fuccour; from the King, from all Wol. This, and all else This talking lord can lay upon my credit, His noble jury and foul caufe can witness. That in the way of loyalty and truth Toward the King, my ever royal master, Sur. By my foul, Your long coat, prieft, protects you, thou fhould't feel My fword i' th' life-blood of thee elfe. 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, Is poifon to thy stomach. Sur. Yes, that goodness Of gleaning all the lands-wealth into one, Into your own hands, Card'nal, by extortion: You writ to th' Pope, against the King; your goodness, My My lord of Norfolk, as you're truly noble, Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen, Worfe than the fcaring bell, when the brown wenche 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 fpotlefs fhall mine innocence arise, Sur. This cannot fave you :: 1 thank my memory, I yet remember Wol. Speak on, Sir, I dare your worst objections: if I blush, Sur. I'd rather want thofe than my head; you: have at Firft, that without the King's affent or knowledge. 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 To be your fervant. Suf. That without the knowledge Either of King or council, when you went Sur. Item, You fent a large commission To Gregory de Caffalis, to conclude, Without the King's will or the State's allowance, Suf Suf. That out of meer ambition, you have made Your holy hat be stampt on the King's coin. Sur. That you have fent innumerable substance (By what means got I leave to your own conscience) To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways You have for dignities, to th' meer undoing Of all the kingdom. Many more there are, Which fince they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my mouth with.. Cham. O my lord, 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. The King fhall know it, and no doubt fhall thank you, So fare you well, my little good lord Cardinal. [Exeunt all but Wolfey! SCENE VI. Wol. So, farewel to the little good you bear mej. him < And And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride * Enter Cromwell ftanding amaz'd. Why how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. At my misfortunes? can thy fpirit wonder Crom. How does your Grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. A peace above all earthly dignities; A till and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and from these shoulders, Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken A load would fink a navy, too much honour. O'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n. Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right ufe 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 * their Than me, ers, ufe han Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer: Cham. The heaviest, and the worst, Is your difpleafure with the King. Wol. God bless him. Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moor is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden. But he's a learned man. May he continue Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Wol. That's news indeed. Crom. Laft, that the lady Anne, Whom the King hath in fecrecy long marry'd, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down The King has gone beyond me: all my glories In that one woman I have loft for ever. No fun fhall ever ufher forth my honours, Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell, To be thy lord and master. Seek the King, I know his noble nature, not to let Thy hopeful fervice perifh too. Good Cromwell, Crom. O my lord, Muft I then leave you must I needs forego Se |