Let him depart; his Paffport fhall be made, Then will he ftrip his Sleeve, and how his Scars: But they'll remember, with Advantages, What Feats they did that Day. Then fhall our Names, Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter, We few, we happy few, we Band of Brothers: Shall think themfelves accurs'd they were not here, F LESSON VIII, The Fall of Cardinal Wolfey. AREWEL, a long Farewel to all my Greatness! This is the State of Man; to-day he puts forth The tender Leaves of Hope; to-morrow bloffoms, And bears his blufhing Honours thick upon him; The third Day comes a Froft, a killing Froft, And when he thinks, good eafy Man, full furely His Greatnefs is a ripening, nips his Root; And And then falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, Never to hope again. Enter Cromwell, ftanding amazed. Why, how now, Cromwell! Crom. I have no Power to fpeak, Sir. Wolf. What, amaz'd At my Misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder, A great Man fhould decline? Nay, if you weep, Crom. How does your Grace? Wolf. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. A Peace above all earthly Dignities; A fill and quiet Confcience. The King has cur'd me, A Load would fink a Navy, too much Honour. O, 'tis a Burden, Cromwell, 'tis a Burden, Crom. I'm glad your Grace makes that right Ufe of it. Out of a Fortitude of Soul I feel, T'endure more Miferies, and greater far Than my weak-hearted Enemies dare offer. What News abroad? Crom. The heaviest, and the worst, Is your Displeasure from King. Welf. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor in your Place. G 3 Woll. Wolf. That's fomewhat fudden But he's a learned Man. May he continue Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with Welcome; Crom. Laft, that the Lady Ann, Whom the King hath in Secrecy long married, Wolf. There was the Weight that pull'd me down, The King has gone beyond me: all my Glories No Sun fhall ever ufher forth my Honours, To be thy Mafter. Seek the King; I've told him I know his noble Nature, not to let Thy hopeful Service perifh too. Good Cromwell, Crom. O, my Lord, Muft I then leave you? Muft I needs forgo Wolf. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a Tear And fleep in dull cold Marble, where no mention Say, Say, Wolfey, that once rode the Waves of Glory, Still in thy right Hand carry gentle Peace, To filence envious Tongues. Be juft, and fear not. Thy God's, and Truth's: Then if thou fall'ft, O Cromwell, Thou fall'ft a bleffed 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. And my Integrity to Heaven, is all My Robe, I now dare call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, I ferv'd my King, he would not in mine Age Crom. Good Sir, have Patience. Wolf. So I have. Farewel The Hopes of Court, my Hopes are fix'd on Heaven. LESSON IX. The Quarrel of Brutus and Caffius in the Play of Julius Cæfar. Caffius. HAT you have wrong'd me, doth appear in this, For taking Bribes here of the Sardians; Wherein, my Letter (writ on his behalf, Because I knew the Man) was difregarded. Brutus. You wrong'd yourself to write in fuch a Cause. That every nice Offence fhould bear its Comment. Are much fufpected of an itching Palm; G 4 Caf. I an itching Palm? You know that you are Brutus, that speak this; Brut. The Name of Caffius honours this Corruption, C. Chafftisement ! Brut. Remember March, the Ides of March remember! Did not great Julius bleed for Juftice fake? What Villain touch'd his Body, that did ftab, Caf. Brutus, bay not me; I'll not endure it; I am a Soldier. I, Brut. Go to; you are not, Caffius. Brut, I fay you are not. Caf. Urge me no more, I fhall forget myself Have mind upon your Health Brut. Away, flight Man! Caf. Is't poffible? -tempt me no farther. Brut. Hear me, for I will fpeak, Muft I give way and room to your rafh Choler? Caf. O Gods! muft I endure all this? Brut. All this! ay, more. Fret till your proud Heart break; Go, fhew your Slaves how choleric you are, And make your Bondmen tremble. Muft I obferve you? Muft I fitand and crouch Caf. Is it come to this? Brut. You fay, you are a better Soldier; Let it appear fo; make your Vaunting true, And |