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Within these forty hours Surrey durst better
This, and all else
By my soul,
feel My sword i'the life-blood of thee else.My lords, Can ye endure to hear this arrogance? And from this fellow? If we live tlíus tamely, To be thus jaded † by a piece of scarlet, Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward, And dare us with his
like larks I. Wol.
All goodness Is poison to thy stomach.
• Equal. + Ridden.
1 A cardinal's hat is scarlet, and the method of daring larks is by small mirrors on scarlet cloth.
Yes, that goodness Of gleaving all the land's wealth into one, Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; The goodness of your intercepted packets, You writ to the pope, against the king: your good.
ness, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.My lord of Norfolk,-as you are truly noble, As you respect the common good, the state Of our despis'd nobility, our issues, Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,Produce the grand sum sins, the articles Collected from his life I'll startle you Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench -Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal. Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this
man, But that I am bound in charity against it! Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the 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 save you: I thank my memory, I yet remember Some of these articles; and out they shall. Now,
you can, blush, and cry guilty, cardinal,
Speak on, sir:
Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have
First, that, without the king's assent, or knowledge,
Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else To foreign priuces, Ego et Rex meus
Was still inscrib'd; in which you brought the king
Then, that, without the knowledge
Sur. Item, you sent a large commission
Suff. That, out of mere ambition, you have caus'd
stance (By what means got, I leave to your own con
science), To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways You have for dignities; to the mere* undoing Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; Which, since they are of you, and odious, I will not taint my mouth with. cháu.
O my lord, Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue: His faults lie open to the laws; let them, Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him So little of his great self. Sur.
I forgive him. Suff. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is, Because all those things, you have done of late By your power legatinet within this kingdom, Fall into the compass of a pramuniret,That therefore such a writ be sued against you; To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Chattels, 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,
* Absclute. + As the Pope's legate. 1 A writ incurring a penalty.
About the giving back the great seal to us,
(Ereunt all but Wolsey, 11 Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; To-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, 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 easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening-nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This 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 this world, I hate ye; I feel my heart new open'd: 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on privces' favours ! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their 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 speak, sir. Wol.
What, amaz'd At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder, A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep, I am fallen indeed. Crom.
How does your grace? Wol.
Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now; and I feel within me
use of it. Wol. I hope I have : I am able now, methinks, (Out of a fortitude of soul I feel), To endure more miseries, and greater far, Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer. What news abroad? Crom.
The heaviest, and the worst, Is your displeasure with the king. Wol.
God bless him ! Crom. The next is, that sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol.
That's somewhat sudden; But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his bighness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake, aud his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears* wept on’em ! What more?
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
Wol. That's news, indeed.
Last, that the lady Anne,
O Croni well,
• The chancellor is the guardian of orphans. VOL. VI.