Fall in the compass of a Præmunire) That therefore fuch a writ be su'd against you, Out of the King's protection. This is my charge. meditations How to live better. For your ftubborn answer, About the giving back the great feal to us, The King shall know it; and, no doubt, fhall thank you. So fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal. [Exeunt all but Wolfey, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride (16) Caftles, and whatsoever,] I have ventured to fubftitute Chattels here, as the Author's genuine Word, for this good Reason; becaufe, as our Law-books inform us, the Judgment in a Writ of Præmunire is, that the Defendant fhall be from thenceforth out of the King's Protection; and his Lands and Tenements, Goods and CHATTELS forfeited to the King; and that his Body fhall remain in prifon at the King's pleafore. But because it may be objected, that Shakespeare had no Acquaintance with the Law-books, it will be proper to take notice, that this very Defcription of the Pramunire is fet out by Holing head in his Life of King Henry VIII. p. 909. There There is, betwixt that fmile we would aspire to, Enter Cromwell, ftanding amaz'd. Why, how now, Cromwell? Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. At my misfortunes? can thy fpirit wonder, you weep, Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. A ftill 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, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n. Crom. I'm glad, your Grace has made that right ufe of it. Wol. I hope, I have: I'm able now, methinks, Out of a fortitude of foul I feel, T'endure more miferies, and greater far, Crom. The heavieft, and the worst, Is your difpleafure with the King. Wol. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden But he's a learned man. May he continue For For truth's fake and his confcience; that his bones, Grom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome; Crom. Laft, that the lady Anne, Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married, Only about her Coronation. Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. O The King has gone beyond me: all my glories No fun fhall ever ufher forth my honours, To be thy Lord and mafter. Seek the King; What and how true thou art: he will advance thee: I know his noble nature, not to let Thy hopeful fervice perifh too. Good Cromwell, Crom. O my Lord, Muft I then leave you? muft I needs forego Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to fhed a tear In all my miferies; but thou haft forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman- And And when I am forgotten, as I fhall be, And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not. There, take an inventory of all I have ; To the last penny, 'tis the King's. My robe, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Crom. Good Sir, have patience.. Wol. So I have. Farewel The hopes of Court! my hopes in heav'n do dwell. [Exeunt, ACT 2 Gen. And fo are you. 1 Gen. You come to take your ftand here, and behold The lady Anne pass from her coronation. 2 Gen. 'Tis all my bufinefs. At our laft encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his trial.. 1 Gen. "Tis very true. But that time offer'd forrow: This, general joy. 2 Gen. 'Tis well; the citizens, I'm fure, have fhewn at full their loyal minds, Pageants, and fights of honour. I Gen. Never greater, Nor, I'll affure you, better taken, Sir. 2 Gen. May I be bold to afk what that contains, That paper in your hand? 1 Gen. Yes, 'tis the lift Of those that claim their offices this day, By cuftom of the coronation. The Duke of Suffolk is the firft, and claims To be High Steward; next, the Duke of Norfolk, 2 Gen. I thank you, Sir; had I not known those customs, I fhould |