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
So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.

you.

[Exeunt all but WOLSEY.

WOL. 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 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 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 CROMWELL, amazedly.

Why, how now, Cromwell?

What, amaz'd

CROM. I have no power to speak, sir.

WOL.
At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,
I am fallen indeed.

CROM.

WOL.

How does your grace?

Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.

Why, well;

I know myself now; and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,

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

(A load would sink a navy, too much honour:

O, 't is a burthen, Cromwell, 't is a burthen,

Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.

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, 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

Long in his highness' favour, and do justice

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 orphans' tears wept on 'em!
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 married,

This day was view'd in open, as his queen,

Going to chapel; and the voice is now

Only about her coronation.

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

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 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
For thine own future safety.

O, my lord,

CROM.
Must I then leave you? must I needs forego
So good, so noble, and so true a master?
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow 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 sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
Of me more must be heard of,—say, I taught thee;
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,-
Found thee a way, out of his wrack, to rise in;
A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd 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 by it?

Love thyself last: 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 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.

And.-Prithee, lead me in:

Serve the king;

There take an inventory of all I have,

To the last penny; 't is the king's: my robe,
And my integrity to Heaven, 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 naked to mine enemies.

CROM. Good sir, have patience.
WOL.

So I have.

Farewell

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

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-A Street in Westminster.

Enter two Gentlemen, meeting.

1 GENT. You are well met once again.

2 GENT.

So are you.

1 GENT. You come to take your stand here, and behold The lady Anne pass from her coronation?

2 GENT. 'T is all my business. At our last encounter,

The duke of Buckingham came from his trial.

1 GENT. T is very true: but that time offer'd sorrow:

This, general joy.

2 GENT.

"T is well: The citizens,

I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds,

(As, let them have their rights, they are ever forward,) In celebration of this day with shows,

Pageants, and sights of honour.

1 GENT.

Never greater,

Nor, I'll assure you, better taken, sir.

2 GENT. May I be bold to ask what that contains. That paper in your hand?

1 GENT.

Yes; 't is 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 GENT. 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?
The archbishop

1 GENT. That I can tell you too.

Of Canterbury, accompanied with other
Learned and reverend fathers of his order,
Held a late court at Dunstable, six miles off
From Ampthill, 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 scruple, by the main assent
Of all these learned men she was divorc'd,
And the late marriage made of none effect:
Since which, she was remov'd to Kimbolton,
Where she remains now, sick.

2 GENT.

Alas, good lady!- [Trumpets. The trumpets sound: stand close, the queen is coming.

THE ORDER OF THE PROCESSION.

A lively flourish of trumpets: then enter

1. Turo Judges.

2. Lord Chancellor, with the purse and mace before him. 3. Choristers singing.

[Music.

4. Mayor of London, bearing the mace. Then Garter in his coat of arms, and, on his head, a gilt copper crown.

5. Marquis Dorset, bearing a sceptre of gold, on his head a demi-coronal of gold. With him, the Earl of Surrey, bearing the rod of silver with the dove, crowned with an earl's coronet. Collars of SS.

6. Duke of Suffolk, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as high-steward. With him, the Duke of Norfolk, with the rod of marshalship, a coronet on his head. Collars of SS.

7. A canopy borne by four of the Cinque-ports; under it, the Queen in her robe; in her hair richly adorned with pearl,