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Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable sub,
(By what means got, I leave to your own conscience,)
To furnish Rome, and to prepare the ways
Cham. ° TMY lord'
Press not a falling man too for; 'tis virtue:
Sur. I forgive him
Suf. Lord cardinal. the king's further pleasure is,— Because all those things, you have done of late By your power legatine within this kingdom, Fall into the compass of a prxmunire,— That therefore such a writ be su'd against you; To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be Out of the king's protection :— This is my5 charge.
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations How to live better. 1 or your stubborn answer, About the giving back the great seal to us, The king shall know it, and, no doubt, shall thank
So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.
lExeunt all but
Wei. 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: O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' 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 Ckomwell, 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,
Crom. How does your grace?
Wol. Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I humbly .hank his grace; and from these shoulders,
Crom. I am glad, your grace has made that right use of it.
Wol. I hops, 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 Lor. I chancellor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden:
But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his highness' favour, and do justice
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news indeed.
CVom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long marry'd,
Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down.
The king has gone beyond me, all my glories
Crom. O my lord,
Must I then leave you? must I needs forego
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
Corruption wins not more than honesty.'