« EdellinenJatka »
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 my Lord,
Press not a falling Man too far; 'tis Virtue:
His Faults lye open to the Laws, let them,
Not you, correšt him. My Heart weeps to see him
So little, of his
Sur. I forgive him.
Süf. Lord Cardinal, the King's further pleasure is;
Because all those things you have done of late,
By your power Legantine; within this Kingdom,
Fall into the compass 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 Prote&tion. This is my Charge.
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your Meditations
How to live better. For your 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 Wolley 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 ealie 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 y ry
of the World, I hate ye; I feel my Heart new open’d. On 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 fails like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Enter Cromwell standing amaz’dy
Why, how now Cromwell?
Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd
At my Misfortunes? Can thiy Spirit wonder
A great Man should decline. Nay, and you weep
I am fallio indeed.
Crom. How does
Wol. Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell,
I know my self now, and I feel within me,
A Peace above all Earthly Dignities,
A still and quict Conscience. The King has cur'd me;
I humbly thank his Grace; and from these Shoulders
This ruin'd Pillar; out of pity, taken
A load would Gok a Navy, too much Honour. 1
o'tis a Burden, Cromwell, 'tis a Burden
Too heavy for a Man, that hopes for Heav'n.
Crom. I am glad your Grace
Has made that right 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, tha: Sir Thomas Modr is chosen
Lord Chancellor, in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden-
But he's a learned Man. May be continue
Long in his Highness favour, and do Justice
For Truth's-fakes and his Consciente; that his Bones,
When he has run his course, and fleeps in Blessings,
May have a Tomb of Orphans Tears wept on him.
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome;
Install'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's News indeed.
Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne,
Whom the King hath in secrecy long married,
This day was view'd in open, as his Queen,
Going to Chappel; and the Voice is now
Only about her Coronation.
Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down.
The King has gone beyond me: All my Glories
In that one Woman I have lost for ever.
No Sun shall ever usher forth mine Honours,
Or gild again the noble Troops that waited
Upon my Smiles. Go get thee from me, Cromwell,
I am a poor fallen Man, unworthy now
To be thy Lord and Mister. Seek the King,
That Sun, I pray may never set; I have told him,
What, and how true thou art; he will advance thee:
Some little memory of me will stir him,
I know his noble Nature, not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell
Neglect him not; make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.
Crom. O my Lord,
Must I then leave you? Must I needs forgo
So good, so noble, and so true a Mafter?
Bear witness, all that have not Hearts of Iron,
With what a forrow Cromwell leaves his Lord.
The King shall have my service; but my Prayers
For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a Tear
In all my Miseries; but thou hast forc'd me,
Out of thy honest truth, to play the Woman.
Let's dry our Eyes: And thus far hear me, Cromwell,
And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
And Teep in dull cold Marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard : Say, I taught thee;
Say, Wolfey, that once trod the ways of Glory,
And sounded all the Depths and Shoals of Honours
Found thee a way, out of his wrack, to rise in :
A fure, and safe one, though thy Master mist it.
Mark but my Fall, and that that ruin'd me:
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,
By that Sin fell the Angels; how can Man then,
The Image of his Maker, hope to win it?
Love thy self laft, cherish those Hearts that hate thee!
Corruption wins not more than Honesty.
Still in thy right Hand, carry gentle Peace
To silence envious Tongues. Be juft, and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy Country's,
Thy God's and Truth's; then if thou fall’At, o Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed Martyr.
Serve the King; and prithee lead me in:
There take an Inventory of all I have,
To the last Penny, 'tis the King's. My Robe,
And my Integrity to Heav'n, is all,
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but serv'd my God, with half the Zeal
I serv'd my King; he would not in mine Age
Have left me nak d to mine Enemies.
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have. Farewel
The hopes of Court, my hopes in Heav'n do dwell.
Enter two Gentlemen, meeting one another. 1 Gen. .
Ou're well met once again.
2 Gen. So are you. I Gen. You come to take your Scard here, and behold The Lady Anne pass from her Coronation.
2 Gen.''Tis all my Business. At our last encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his Trial.
1 Gen. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd Sorrow, This, general Joy.
2 Gen. 'Tis well; the Citizens
I am sure have shown at full their Royal Minds,
And let 'em have their rights, they are ever forward
In Celebration of this day with Shews,
Pag ants, and Sights of Honour.
1°Gen. Never greater,
Nor I'll assure you better taken, Sir.
2 Gen. May I be bold to ask what that contains, That Paper in your Hands?
1 Gen. Yes, 'tis the List
Of those that claim their Offices this Day,
By custom of the Coronation,
The Duke of Suffolk is the first, and claims
To be high Steward; next the Duke of Norfolk,
He to be Earl Marshal; you may read the rest.
2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those Customs,
I should have been beholding to your Paper:
But I beseech you what's become of Katharine,
The Princess Dowager? How goes her Business?
1 Gen. That I can tell you too; the Archbishop
Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned, and Reverend Fathers of his Order,
Held a late Court at Dunstable, fix Miles off
From Ampthil, where the Princess lay, to which
She was often cited by them, but appear'd not:
And to be short, for not Appearance, and
The King's late fcruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned Men, she was Divorc'd,
And the late Marriage made of none effe&:
Since which, she was removed to Kimbolton,
Where the remains now fick.
2 Gen. Alas good Lady!
The Trumpets found; stand close,
The Queen is coming.