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That for your Highness' good I ever labour'd
More than mine own; that am I, have been, will be:
Though all the world should crack their duty to you,
And throw it from their soul; though perils did
Abound as thick as thought could make 'em, and"
Appear in forms more horrid; yet, my duty,
As doth a rock against the chiding food,
Should the approach of this wild river break,
And stand unshaken yours.

King. "Tis nobly spoken;
Take notice lords, he has a loyal breaft,
For you have seen him open't. Read o'er this,

(Giving him papers And after this, and then to breakfait, with What appetite you may. [Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolsey, the Nobles throng after him whispering and smiling

S CE N E IV. Wol. What should this mean? ! What sudden anger's this ? how have I reap'd it? • He parted frowning from me, as if ruin

Leap'd from his eyes. So looks the chafed lion • Upon the daring huntsınan that has gallid him, • Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper :: I fear, the story of his anger

'tis so This paper

has undone me - - 'tis th' account of all that world of wealth I've drawn together For mine own ends, indeed to gain the Popedom, And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence! Fit for a fool to fall by. What crois devil Made me put this main fecret in the packet I fent the King ? is there no way to cure ihis? No new device to beat this from his brains ? I know twill ftir him strongly; yet I know A way, if I take right, in spight of fortune Will bring me off again. What's this-To the Pope? The letter, as I live, with all the businefs I writ co's holiness. Nay, then farewel :: I've touch'd the bighest point of all my greatness


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And from that full meridian of my glory,
I haste now to my setting.

" I shall fall • Like a bright exhalation in the evening, • And no man fee me more.

SCENE V. Enter to Wolsey, the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk,

the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain. Nor, Hear the King's pleasure, Cardinal, who come mands

you To render up the great seal presently Into our hands and to confine your

self To Asher-house, my lord of Winchester's, 'Till you hear further from his highness.

Wol. Stay :
Where's your commiffion, lords ? words cannot carry
Authority so mighty.

Suf. Who dare cross 'em,
Bearing the King's will from his mouth exprefly?

Wol. 'Till I find more than will, or words to do it,
I mean your malice, know officious lords,
1 dare, and must deny it. Now I feel
Of what coarse metal ye are molded Envy:
How eagerly ye follow my disgrace
As if it fed ye, and how fleek and wanton
Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin:
Follow your envious courses, men of malice;
You have a christian warrant for 'em, and
In time will find their fit rewards. That seal
You ask with such a violence, the King
fMine and

master) with his own hand

Bad me enjoy it, with the place and honours,
During my life, and to confirm his goodness,
Ty'd it by letters parents. Now, who'll take it?
Sur. The King that gave

Wol. It must be himself then.
Sur. Thou'rt a proud traitor, priest.

Wol. Proud lord, thou lieft:
Within these forty hours Surrey durft better



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'it 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 deferts. How innocent I was
From any private malice in his end,
His noble jury and foul caufe can wimefs.
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,
Dare mate a founder man than Surrey can be,
And all that love his folies..

Sur. By my soul,
Your long coat, priest, protees you, thou should't feel
My sword i'th' life-blood of thee else. My lords,

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 goodnete,
Since you provoke me, shall be molt nororious,


My lord of Norfolk, as you're truly noble,
As you respect the common good, the state
of our despis’d nobility, our issues,
Vho, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,
Produce the grand sum of his fins, the articles
Collected from his life. I'll ftartle

you Worse than the scaring bell, when the brown wench Lay kissing in your arms, lord Cardinal.

Wol. How much methinks I could despise this man, 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 shall mine innocence arise,
When the King knows my truth.

Sur. This cannot fave you :
I thank my memory, I yet remember
Some of these articles, and out they shall.
Now, if you can, blush, and cry guilty, Cardinal,
You'll shew a little honesty.

Wol. Speak on, Sir,
I dare your worft obje&ions : if I blush,
It is to see a nobleman want manners.
Sur. I'd rather want those than my head; have the

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

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

Suf. That without the knowledge
Either of King or council, when you went:
Ambassador to th’Emperor, you made bold.
To carry into Flanders the great seal.

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

Sufa 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) 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 since they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my 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, correćt him. My heart weeps to see hima 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 you, 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


stubborn answer About the giving back the great seal to us, The King shall know it, and no doubt shall thank you. So fare you well, my little good lord Cardinal.

(Exeunt all but Wolsey SCENE. VI.

Wol. So, farewel to the little good you bear me; • 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 roof,

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