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You'd feel more comfort: why fhould we, good lady,

Upon what cause, wrong you? alas! our places,
The way of our profeffion is against it;
We are to cure fuch forrows, not to fow 'em.
For goodness' fake, confider what you do;
How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly
Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage.
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,

So much they love it; but, to stubborn spirits,
They fwell, and grow as terrible as storms.
I know, you have a gentle, noble temper,

A foul as even as a calm; Pray, think us
Those we profefs, peace-makers, friends, and




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Sur. Sir,

I should be glad to hear fuch news as this Once every hour.

Nor. Believe it, this is true.

In the divorce, his 3 contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded; wherein he appears,
As I would wish mine enemy.

Sur. How came

His practices to light?

Suf. Moft ftrangely.

Sur. O, how, how?

Suf. The cardinal's letter to the pope miscarried, And came to the eye o' the king: wherein was read, How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness To stay the judgment o' the divorce; For if 25 It did take place, I do, quoth he, perceive, My king is tangled in affection to

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Antichamber to the King's Apartment.


A creature of the queen's, lady Anne Bullen.
Sur. Has the king this?
Suf. Believe it.

Sur. Will this work?


Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he And hedges, his own way. But in this point All his tricks founder, and he brings his phyfick After his patient's death; the king already 35 Hath married the fair lady.

Sur. Would he had!

Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord; For, I profefs, you have it.

Sur. Now all my joy

Enter Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, the Earl of 40 Trace 5 the conjunction!

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1 i. e. enforce, urge. 2 i. e. except in himself.

3 i. e. his private practices oppofite to his public procedure. 4 To hedge, is to creep along by the hedge: not to take the direct and open

path, 5 To trace is to follow.

To memorize is to make memorable.


To fecond all his plot. I do affure you,
The king cry'd, ha! at this.

Cham. Now, God incenfe him,

And let him cry, ha, louder!

Nr. But, my lord,

When returns Cranmer ?

Suf. He is return'd, in his opinions which Have fatisfy'd the king for his divorce, Together with all famous colleges Almost in Christendom: fhortly, I believe, His fecond marriage shall be publish'd, and Her coronation. Katharine no more Shall be call'd queen; but princefs dowager, And widow to prince Arthur.

Nor. This fame Cranmer 's

A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain
In the king's business.

Suf. He has; and we fhall fee him

For it, an archbishop.

Nor. So I hear.

Suf. 'Tis fo.

The cardinal

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Lord, for thy juftice!

Wal. The late queen's gentlewoman; a knight's To be her miftrefs' miftrefs! the queen's queen!This candle burns not clear: 'tis I muft fnuff it; Then, out it goes.-What though I know her virtuous,

And well-deferving? yet I know her for

A fpleeny Lutheran; and not wholesome to
Our caufe, that she should lie i' the bofom of
Our hard-rul'd king. Again, there is fprung up
An heretic, an arch one, Cranmer; one


To fteal from fpiritual leifure a brief span, To keep your earthly audit: fure, in that 55I deem you an ill husband; and am glad To have you therein my companion. Wol. Sir,

For holy offices I have a time; a time To think upon the part of bufiness, which 601 bear i' the ftate; and nature does require

1i. e. with the fame fentiments he entertained before he went abfoad, which fentiments justify the king's divorce. 2 Mr. Steevens on this paffage remarks thus: " That the cardinal gave the king an inventory of his own private wealth, by mistake, and thereby ruined himfelf, is a known variation from the truth of hiftory. Shakspeare, however, has not injudiciously reprefented the fall of that great man, as owing to a fimilar incident which he had once improved to the destruction of another.” See Holinfhed, vol. ii. p. 796.

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Her times of preservation, which, perforce,
I her frail fon, amongst my brethren mortal,
Muft give my tendance to.

King. You have faid well.

Wei. And ever may your highness yoke together,
As I will lend you cause, my doing well
With my well faying!

King. "Tis well said again;

And 'tis a kind of good deed, to say well:

And yet words are no deeds. My father lov'd you:
He faid, he did; and with his deed did crown
His word upon you. Since I had my office,
I have kept you next my heart; have not alone
Employ'd you where high profits might come

But par'd my prefent havings, to bestow

My bounties upon you.



King. "Tis nobly spoken:

Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,
For you have feen him open 't.-Read o'er this;
[Giving him papers.

5 And, after, this: and then to breakfast, with
What appetite you have.


[Exit King, frowning upon Cardinal Wolfty; the Nobles throng after him, whispering and Smiling.

Wel. What should this mean?

What fudden 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 huntsman that has gall'd him;
15 Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper;
I fear, the ftory of his anger.-'Tis fo :
This paper has undone me :-'Tis the account
Of all that world of wealth I have 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 cross devil
Made me put this main fecret in the packet
I fent the king? Is there no way to cure this?
No new device to beat this from his brains?
I know, 'twill stir him strongly; Yet I know
A way, if it take right, in fpight of fortune
Will bring me off again. What's this-To the Pope?
The letter, as I live, with all the business


Wol. What fhould this mean?
Sur. The Lord increase this business!
King. Have I not made you
The prime man of the ftate? I pray you, tell me,
If what I now pronounce, you have found true:
And, if you may confefs it, fay withal,
If you are bound to us, or no.
What say you?
Wol. My fovereign, I confefs, your royal graces, 25
Shower'd on me daily, have been more, than could
My ftudied purpofes requite; which went
Beyond all man's endeavours: my endeavours
Have ever come too fhort of my defires,
Yet, fil'd with my abilities: Mine own ends
Have been mine fo, that evermore they pointed
To the good of your most facred perfon, and
The profit of the state. For your great graces
Heap'd upon me, poor undeferver, I
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks;
My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty,
Which ever has, and ever shall be growing,
"Till death, that winter, kill it.

King. Fairly answer'd:

A loyal and obedient subject is
Therein illuftrated: the honour of it
Does pay the act of it; as, i' the contrary,
The foulnefs is the punishment. I prefume,
That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you,

I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewel!
30I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;
And, from that full meridian of my glory,

I hafte now to my fetting: I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.

35 Re-enter the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the Ear!
of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.

Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you

To render up the great feal presently

40 Into our hands; and to confine yourself
To Efher house, my lord of Winchester's,
"Till you hear further from his highness.

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My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour, 45 Authority fo mighty.


On you, than any; fo your hand, and heart,
Your brain, and every function of your power,
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,
As 'twere in love's particular, be more
To me, your friend, than any.

Wol. I do profess,

That for your highness' good I ever labour'd
More than mine own; that am, have, and will be.
Though all the world fhould crack their duty 55

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Suf. Who dare cross 'em?

Bearing the king's will from his mouth exprefsly?
Wol. 'Till I find more than will, or words, to
do it,

50(I mean your malice) know, officious lords,
I dare, and muft deny it. Now I feel
Of what coarfe metal ye are moulded,-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 courfes, men of malice;
You have chriftian warrant for them, and, no doubt,
In time will find their fit rewards. That feal,
You afk with fuch a violence, the king
|60|(Mine, and your master) with his own hand gave
Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours,
During my life; and, to confirm his goodness,

1 The fenfe is, my purposes went beyond all human endeavour. equal pace with my abilities.

2. e. ranked, or have gone an Ty'd

Ty'd it by letters patents: Now, who'll take it?|
Sar. The king, that gave it.

Wel. It must be himself then.

Sar. Thou art a proud traitor, priest.
V. 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 fent me deputy for Ireland;

Far from his fuccour, from the king, from all
That might have mercy on the fault thou gav'ft him;
Whilft your great goodness, out of holy pity,
Abfolv'd him with an axe.

Wel. This, and all elfe

This talking lord can lay upon my credit,

I anfwer, is moft falfe. 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 witness.

If I lov'd many words, lord, I should tell you,
You have as little honefty as honour;
That I, 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 follies.

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Is poifon to thy ftomach.

Sur. Yes, that goodness

Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,
Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;
The goodness of your intercepted packets,

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Wol. Speak on, fir;

I dare your worst objections: if I blush,

It is, to fee a nobleman want manners. [at you.
Sur. I'd rather want thofe, than my head. Have
First, that, without the king's affent, or knowledge,
You wrought to be a legate; by which power
You maim'd the jurifdiction of all bishops.

Nor. Then, that, in all you writ to Rome, or else 20 To foreign princes, Ego & Rex meus

Was ftill infcrib'd; in which you brought the king
To be your fervant.

Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge
Either of king or council, when you went
25 Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold
To carry into Flanders the great feal.

Sur. Item, you sent a large commiffion
To Gregory de Caffalis, to conclude,
Without the king's will, or the state's allowance,
30 A league between his highnefs 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 fent innumerable fub-

35 (By what means got, I leave to your own confcience)
To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways
You have for dignities; to the mere 3 undoing
Of all the kingdom. Many more there are;
Which, fince they are of you, and odious,
40I will not taint my mouth with.
Cham. O my lord,

Prefs 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 fee him

You writ to the pope, against the king: your 45 So little of his great felf.

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Sur. I forgive him.


Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure
Because all thofe things, you have done of late
By your power legatine within this kingdom,
50 Fall into the compass of a Præmunire,—
That therefore fuch a writ be fu'd 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 fo we'll leave you to your meditations
How to live better. For your stubborn answer,
About the giving back the great seal to us,

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Wel. How much, methinks, I could defpife this But that I am bound in charity against it!

'The hat of a cardinal was scarlet; and the method of daring larks was by small mirrors faftened on fcarlet cloth, which engaged the attention of these birds while the fowler drew his net over them, 2 The little bell, which is rung to give notice of the Hoft approaching when it is carried in proceffion, as alfo in other offices of the Romish church, is called the facring or confecration bell; from the French word, facrer. 3 i. e. abfolute. 4 The judgment in a writ of Præmunire is, that the defendant Thall be out of the king's protection; and his lands and tenements, gods and chattels, forfeited to the king; and that his body shall remain in prifon at the king's pleasure.

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The king fhall know it, and, no doubt, fhall
thank you.

So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.
[Exeunt all but Wolfey.

Wel. So farewel to the little good you bear me.
Farewel, a long farewel, 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 blushing honours thick upon him:
The third day, comes a froft, a.killing froft;
And,-when he thinks, good easy man, full furely
His greatness 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 stream, 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,

Inftall'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news indeed.

Crom. Laft, that the lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in fecrecy long marry'd,
5 This day was view'd in open, as his queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.

Wel. There was the weight that pull'd me down.
O Cromwell,

10 The king has gone beyond me, all my glories
In that one woman I have loft for ever:
No fun fhall ever usher forth mine honours,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
151 am a poor fallen man, unworthy now
To be thy lord and mafter: Seek the king;
That fun, I pray, may never fet! I have told him
What, and how true thou art: he will advance
Some little memory of me will ftir him, [thee;
20I know his noble nature, not to let

Thy hopeful fervice perish too: Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not; make ufe now, and provide
For thine own future fafety.
Crom. O my lord,

More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; 25 Muft I then leave you? must I needs forego And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

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So good, fo noble, and so true a master?— Bear witnefs, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his lord.The king hall have my fervice; but my prayers 30 For ever, and for ever, fhall be yours.

A ftill and quiet confcience. The king has cur'd me, 40
I humbly thank his grace; and from thefe fhoulders,
Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken

A load would fink a navy, too much honour:
Q, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Crom. I am glad, your grace has made that right
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,
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
What news abroad?

Crom. The heaviest and the worst,
Is your difpleasure with the king.
Wel. 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
Long in his highnefs' favour, rand'dó justice
For truth's fake and his confcience; that his bones,
When he has run his courfe, and fleeps in bleffings,
May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on them!
What more?


Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miferies; but thou haft forc'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
Let's dry our eyes: And thus far hear me, Cromwell;
35 And,-when I am forgotten, as I fhall be;
And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of,-fay, I taught thee,
Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And founded all the depths and fhoals of honour,-
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rife in;
A fure and safe one, though thy mafter miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition;
By that fin fell the angels, how can man then,
45 The image of his Maker, hope to win by't? [thee;
Love thyfelf laft: cherish thofe hearts that hate
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry-gentle peace,
To filence envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not;
50 Let all the ends, thou aim'ft at, be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'ft, O


Thou fall'ft a bleifed martyr. Serve the king;
And,-Pr'ythee, lead me in:

55 There take an inventory of all I have,
To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to heaven, is all

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Crem. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, [65]

I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,

Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal

ferv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have,left me naked to mine enemies 2.

Crom. Good fir, have patience..

Wol. So I have. Farewel

The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.


The chancellor is the general guardian of orphans. 2 Th's fentence was really uttered by Wolfey.


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