So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal! 610 [Exeunt all but WOLSEY. 620 Wol. So farewel to the little good you bear me. Never to hope again.— 630 Enter CROMWELL, amazedly. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol. 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 វ Wol. Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me 640 A still and quiet conscience. The king has cur'd me I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders, These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken 650 A load would sink a navy, too much honour : methinks Wol. I hope, I have: I am able now, 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 66& For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphan's tears wept on them! What more? 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 marry'd 670 Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. The king has gone beyond me, all my glories 680 No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, To be thy lord and master 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 690 For thine own future safety. Crom. O my lord, Must Must I then leave you? must I needs forego 700 Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, 710 To silence envious tongues. Be just, 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'st, O Cromwell! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe, 721 I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Crom. Good sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewel 730 The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE 1. A Street in Westminster. Enter two Gentlemen, meeting 1 Gen. You come to take your stand here, and be hold 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 sor row, |