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,

God bless him!

Is your displeasure with the King.

Wol.

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 returned with welcome,

Installed 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 viewed in open, as his Queen,
Going to chapel; and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.

Wol. There was the weight that pulled 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 fall'n 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.

Neglect him not; make use now,
For thine own future safety.

Good Cromweli,

and provide

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 forced 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 wreck, to rise in ;
A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.
Mark but my fall, and that that ruined 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 't?
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. Serve the King; And-pr'ythee lead me in:

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 my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served 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're 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 offered sorrow;

This, general joy.

2 Gent

'T is well the citizens,

I am sure, have shown at full their royal minds— As, let 'em 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,