Either of king or council, when you went Sur. Item, you fent a large commiffion Without the king's will, or the state's allowance, A league between his highness and Ferrara. Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd Your holy hat to be ftampt on the king's coin. Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable subftance (By what means got Ileave to your own conscience), 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 isBecause all those things, you have done of late By your power legatine within this kingdom, Fall into the compafs of a Præmunire— That therefore such a writ be su'd against you; To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Caftles, and whatsoever, and to be Out of the king's protection :-This is my charge. Nor. And fo we'll leave you to your meditations How to live better. For your stubborn answer, About the giving back the great feal to us, The The king shall know it, and, no doubt, fhall thank So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal! [you. [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. : Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the ftate of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow bloffoms, And bears his blufhing honours thick upon him The third day comes a froft, a killing froft; And-when he thinks, good eafy man, full furely His greatnefs is a ripening-nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that fwim on bladders, Thefe many fummers in a fea 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 fervice, to the mercy Of a rude ftream, that muft for ever hide me.. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours! There is, betwixt that fmile we would afpire to, That fweet afpect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again. Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to fpeak, fir. Wal. What, amaz'd At my misfortunes? can thy fpirit wonder, A great man fhould decline? Nay, an you weep, I um fallen indeed. Crom Crom. How does your grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. A till and quiet confcience. The king has cur'd me, A load would fink a navy, too much honour : ufe of it. Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, methinks (Out of a fortitude of foul I feel), To endure more miferies, and greater far, Crom. The heavieft, and the worst, Is your displeasure with the king. Wol. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord chancellor in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden : But he's a learned man. May he continue For truth's fake and his confcience; that his bones, Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Inftall'd lord archbishop of Canterbury. Wol. That's news indeed. Crem. Lait, that the lady Anne, Whom Whom the king hath in fecrecy long married, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. The king has gone beyond me, all my glories To be thy lord and mafter: Seek the king; I know his noble nature, not to let Thy hopeful fervice perifh too: Good Cromwell, Neglect him not; make ufe now, and provide For thine own future fafety. Crom. O my lord, Muft I then leave you? must I needs forego Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to fhed a tear Say, Wolfey-that once trod the ways of glory, Thou fall'it a blessed martyr. And-Pr'ythee, lead me in: [thee; Serve the king; There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, I dare now call mine own. OCromwell, Cromwell! Crom. Good fir, have patience. The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell [Exeunt. ACT |