ACT III.
Scene I. London. The Queen's apartments.
The Queen and her Women, as at work.[441]
Q. Kath. Take thy lute, wench: my soul grows sad with troubles;[442]
Sing, and disperse 'em, if thou canst: leave working.[443]
Song.
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing; 5
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung, as sun and showers[444]
There had made a lasting spring.[445]
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea, 10
Hung their heads, and then lay by.
In sweet music is such art,
Killing care and grief of heart[446]
Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Enter a Gentleman.
Q. Kath. How now! 15
Gent. An't please your grace, the two great cardinals[447]
Wait in the presence.
Q. Kath. Would they speak with me?
Gent. They will'd me say so, madam.
Q. Kath. Pray their graces
To come near. [Exit Gent.] What can be their business[448]
With me, a poor weak woman, fall'n from favour? 20
I do not like their coming. Now I think on't,[449]
They should be good men, their affairs as righteous:[450]
But all hoods make not monks.
Enter the two Cardinals, Wolsey and Campeius.[451]
Wol. Peace to your highness!
Q. Kath. Your graces find me here part of a housewife;
I would be all, against the worst may happen.[452] 25
What are your pleasures with me, reverend lords?[453]
Wol. May it please you, noble madam, to withdraw
Into your private chamber, we shall give you
The full cause of our coming.
Q. Kath. Speak it here;
There's nothing I have done yet, o' my conscience, 30
Deserves a corner: would all other women
Could speak this with as free a soul as I do!
My lords, I care not, so much I am happy
Above a number, if my actions
Were tried by every tongue, every eye saw 'em, 35
Envy and base opinion set against 'em,
I know my life so even. If your business[454]
Seek me out, and that way I am wife in,[454][455]
Out with it boldly: truth loves open dealing.
Wol. Tanta est erga te mentis integritas, regina serenissima,—40
Q. Kath. O, good my lord, no Latin;[456]
I am not such a truant since my coming,
As not to know the language I have lived in:
A strange tongue makes my cause more strange, suspicious;[457] 45
Pray speak in English: here are some will thank you,
If you speak truth, for their poor mistress' sake;
Believe me, she has had much wrong: lord cardinal,
The willing'st sin I ever yet committed
May be absolved in English.
Wol. Noble lady, 50
I am sorry my integrity should breed,[458]
And service to his majesty and you,[459]
So deep suspicion, where all faith was meant.[459]
We come not by the way of accusation,
To taint that honour every good tongue blesses, 55
Nor to betray you any way to sorrow—
You have too much, good lady—but to know
How you stand minded in the weighty difference
Between the king and you, and to deliver,
Like free and honest men, our just opinions 60
And comforts to your cause.
Cam. Most honour'd madam,[460]
My Lord of York, out of his noble nature,
Zeal and obedience he still bore your grace,
Forgetting, like a good man, your late censure
Both of his truth and him, which was too far, 65
Offers, as I do, in a sign of peace,
His service and his counsel.
Q. Kath. [Aside] To betray me.—[461]
My lords, I thank you both for your good wills;
Ye speak like honest men; pray God, ye prove so!
But how to make ye suddenly an answer, 70
In such a point of weight, so near mine honour,
More near my life, I fear, with my weak wit,
And to such men of gravity and learning,
In truth, I know not. I was set at work
Among my maids, full little, God knows, looking 75
Either for such men or such business.
For her sake that I have been—for I feel
The last fit of my greatness—good your graces,
Let me have time and counsel for my cause:[462]
Alas, I am a woman, friendless, hopeless! 80
Wol. Madam, you wrong the king's love with these fears:[463]
Your hopes and friends are infinite.
Q. Kath. In England[464]
But little for my profit: can you think, lords,[465]
That any Englishman dare give me counsel?
Or be a known friend, 'gainst his highness' pleasure—[466] 85
Though he be grown so desperate to be honest—
And live a subject? Nay, forsooth, my friends,[467]
They that must weigh out my afflictions,[468]
They that my trust must grow to, live not here:
They are, as all my other comforts, far hence[469] 90
In mine own country, lords.
Cam. I would your grace
Would leave your griefs, and take my counsel.
Q. Kath. How, sir?
Cam. Put your main cause into the king's protection;
He's loving and most gracious: 'twill be much
Both for your honour better and your cause;[470] 95
For if the trial of the law o'ertake ye,
You'll part away disgraced.
Wol. He tells you rightly.
Q. Kath. Ye tell me what ye wish for both, my ruin:
Is this your Christian counsel? out upon ye!
Heaven is above all yet; there sits a judge 100
That no king can corrupt.
Cam. Your rage mistakes us.[471]
Q. Kath. The more shame for ye: holy men I thought ye,[472]
Upon my soul, two reverend cardinal virtues;
But cardinal sins and hollow hearts I fear ye:[472][473]
Mend 'em, for shame, my lords. Is this your comfort?[474] 105
The cordial that ye bring a wretched lady,
A woman lost among ye, laugh'd at, scorn'd?
I will not wish ye half my miseries;
I have more charity: but say, I warn'd ye;
Take heed, for heaven's sake, take heed, lest at once[475] 110
The burthen of my sorrows fall upon ye.
Wol. Madam, this is a mere distraction;[476]
You turn the good we offer into envy.
Q. Kath. Ye turn me into nothing: woe upon ye,
And all such false professors! would you have me— 115
If you have any justice, any pity,
If ye be any thing but churchmen's habits—[477]
Put my sick cause into his hands that hates me?
Alas, has banish'd me his bed already,[478]
His love, too long ago! I am old, my lords,[479] 120
And all the fellowship I hold now with him
Is only my obedience. What can happen[480]
To me above this wretchedness? all your studies
Make me a curse like this.
Cam. Your fears are worse.[481]
Q. Kath. Have I lived thus long—let me speak myself, 125
Since virtue finds no friends—a wife, a true one?
A woman, I dare say without vain-glory,
Never yet branded with suspicion?
Have I with all my full affections
Still met the king? loved him next heaven? obey'd him? 130
Been, out of fondness, superstitious to him?
Almost forgot my prayers to content him?
And am I thus rewarded? 'tis not well, lords.
Bring me a constant woman to her husband,
One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure, 135
And to that woman, when she has done most,
Yet will I add an honour, a great patience.
Wol. Madam, you wander from the good we aim at.[476][482]
Q. Kath. My lord, I dare not make myself so guilty,[483]
To give up willingly that noble title 140
Your master wed me to: nothing but death
Shall e'er divorce my dignities.
Wol. Pray, hear me.[484]
Q. Kath. Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.[485] 145
What will become of me now, wretched lady![486]
I am the most unhappy woman living.
Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes![487]
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,
No friends, no hope; no kindred weep for me; 150
Almost no grave allow'd me: like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.
Wol. If your grace[476]
Could but be brought to know our ends are honest,
You'ld feel more comfort: why should we, good lady,[488] 155
Upon what cause, wrong you? alas, our places,
The way of our profession is against it:
We are to cure such sorrows, not to sow 'em.[489]
For goodness' sake, consider what you do;
How you may hurt yourself, ay, utterly[490] 160
Grow from the king's acquaintance, by this carriage.
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.[491]
I know you have a gentle, noble temper,[492] 165
A soul as even as a calm: pray think us
Those we profess, peace-makers, friends and servants.
Cam. Madam, you'll find it so. You wrong your virtues[493]
With these weak women's fears: a noble spirit,
As yours was put into you, ever casts 170
Such doubts, as false coin, from it. The king loves you;[494]
Beware you lose it not: for us, if you please[495]
To trust us in your business, we are ready
To use our utmost studies in your service.
Q. Kath. Do what ye will, my lords: and pray forgive me,[496][497] 175
If I have used myself unmannerly;[497]
You know I am a woman, lacking wit
To make a seemly answer to such persons.
Pray do my service to his majesty:
He has my heart yet, and shall have my prayers 180
While I shall have my life. Come, reverend fathers.
Bestow your counsels on me: she now begs
That little thought, when she set footing here,
She should have bought her dignities so dear. [Exeunt.
Scene II. Ante-chamber to the King's apartment.
Enter the Duke of Norfolk, the Duke of Suffolk, the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.[498]
Nor. If you will now unite in your complaints
And force them with a constancy, the cardinal
Cannot stand under them: if you omit
The offer of this time, I cannot promise
But that you shall sustain moe new disgraces,[499] 5
With these you bear already.
Sur. I am joyful
To meet the least occasion that may give me
Remembrance of my father-in-law, the duke,
To be revenged on him.
Suf. Which of the peers
Have uncontemn'd gone by him, or at least[500] 10
Strangely neglected? when did he regard[501]
The stamp of nobleness in any person[502]
Out of himself?[502]
Cham. My lords, you speak your pleasures:
What he deserves of you and me I know;
What we can do to him, though now the time 15
Gives way to us, I much fear. If you cannot[503]
Bar his access to the king, never attempt
Any thing on him; for he hath a witchcraft
Over the king in's tongue.
Nor. O, fear him not;
His spell in that is out: the king hath found 20
Matter against him that for ever mars
The honey of his language. No, he's settled,
Not to come off, in his displeasure.
Sur. Sir,[504]
I should be glad to hear such news as this
Once every hour.
Nor. Believe it, this is true: 25
In the divorce his contrary proceedings
Are all unfolded; wherein he appears
As I would wish mine enemy.[505]
Sur. How came
His practices to light?
Suf. Most strangely.
Sur. O, how, how?[506]
Suf. The cardinal's letters to the pope miscarried,[507] 30
And came to the eye o' the king: wherein was read[508]
How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness
To stay the judgement o' the divorce; for if
It did take place, 'I do' quoth he 'perceive
My king is tangled in affection to 35
A creature of the queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.'
Sur. Has the king this?
Suf. Believe it.
Sur. Will this work?[509]
Cham. The king in this perceives him, how he coasts
And hedges his own way. But in this point[510]
All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic 40
After his patient's death: the king already
Hath married the fair lady.
Sur. Would he had!
Suf. May you be happy in your wish, my lord![511]
For, I profess, you have it.
Sur. Now, all my joy[512]
Trace the conjunction!
Suf. My amen to't!
Nor. All men's! 45
Suf. There's order given for her coronation:
Marry, this is yet but young, and may be left[513]
To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,
She is a gallant creature and complete
In mind and feature: I persuade me, from her 50
Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall
In it be memorized.
Sur. But will the king
Digest this letter of the cardinal's?[514]
The Lord forbid![515]
Nor. Marry, amen!
Suf. No, no;
There be moe wasps that buzz about his nose[516] 55
Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius
Is stol'n away to Rome; hath ta'en no leave;[517]
Has left the cause o' the king unhandled, and[518]
Is posted as the agent of our cardinal,
To second all his plot. I do assure you 60
The king cried 'Ha!' at this.
Cham. Now God incense him,
And let him cry 'Ha!' louder!
Nor. But, my lord,
When returns Cranmer?
Suf. He is return'd in his opinions, which[519]
Have satisfied the king for his divorce, 65
Together with all famous colleges[520]
Almost in Christendom: shortly, I believe,
His second marriage shall be publish'd, and
Her coronation. Katharine no more
Shall be call'd queen, but princess dowager 70
And widow to Prince Arthur.[521]
Nor. This same Cranmer's
A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain[522]
In the king's business.
Suf. He has; and we shall see him
For it an archbishop.
Nor. So I hear.
Suf. 'Tis so.
The cardinal!
Enter Wolsey and Cromwell.
Nor. Observe, observe, he's moody.[523] 75
Wol. The packet, Cromwell,[524]
Gave 't you the king?[524]
Crom. To his own hand, in's bedchamber.[525]
Wol. Look'd he o' the inside of the paper?[526]
Crom. Presently
He did unseal them, and the first he view'd,
He did it with a serious mind; a heed 80
Was in his countenance. You he bade[527]
Attend him here this morning.[528]
Wol. Is he ready[528]
To come abroad?[528]
Crom. I think, by this he is.[528]
Wol. Leave me awhile. [Exit Cromwell.
[Aside] It shall be to the Duchess of Alençon,[529] 85
The French king's sister: he shall marry her.
Anne Bullen! No; I'll no Anne Bullens for him:
There's more in't than fair visage. Bullen![530]
No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish
To hear from Rome. The Marchioness of Pembroke! 90
Nor. He's discontented.
Suf. May be, he hears the king
Does whet his anger to him.
Sur. Sharp enough.
Lord, for thy justice!
Wol. [Aside] The late queen's gentlewoman, a knight's daughter,[529][531]
To be her mistress' mistress! the queen's queen! 95
This candle burns not clear: 'tis I must snuff it;
Then out it goes. What though I know her virtuous
And well deserving? yet I know her for
A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to
Our cause, that she should lie i' the bosom of[532] 100
Our hard-ruled king. Again, there is sprung up[532]
An heretic, an arch one, Cranmer, one
Hath crawl'd into the favour of the king,
And is his oracle.
Nor. He is vex'd at something.[533]
Sur. I would 'twere something that would fret the string,[534] 105
The master-cord on's heart![535]
Enter King, reading of a schedule, and Lovell.
Suf. The king, the king!
King. What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
To his own portion! and what expense by the hour[536]
Seems to flow from him! How, i' the name of thrift,
Does he rake this together! Now, my lords, 110
Saw you the cardinal?
Nor. My lord, we have
Stood here observing him: some strange commotion
Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts;[537]
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
Then lays his finger on his temple; straight 115
Springs out into fast gait; then stops again,
Strikes his breast hard, and anon he casts[538][539]
His eye against the moon: in most strange postures[539]
We have seen him set himself.[539][540]
King. It may well be;[541]
There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning[541] 120
Papers of state he sent me to peruse,
As I required: and wot you what I found
There, on my conscience, put unwittingly?
Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing,
The several parcels of his plate, his treasure, 125
Rich stuffs, and ornaments of household, which
I find at such proud rate that it out-speaks[542]
Possession of a subject.
Nor. It's heaven's will:
Some spirit put this paper in the packet,
To bless your eye withal.
King. If we did think, 130
His contemplation were above the earth,[543]
And fix'd on spiritual object, he should still[544]
Dwell in his musings: but I am afraid
His thinkings are below the moon, not worth[545]
His serious considering.
[King takes his seat; whispers Lovell, who goes to the Cardinal.
Wol. Heaven forgive me! 135
Ever God bless your highness!
King. Good my lord,
You are full of heavenly stuff, and bear the inventory
Of your best graces in your mind; the which[546]
You were now running o'er: you have scarce time
To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span[547] 140
To keep your earthly audit: sure, in that
I deem you an ill husband, and am glad[548]
To have you therein my companion.
Wol. Sir,
For holy offices I have a time; a time[549]
To think upon the part of business which[550] 145
I bear i' the state; and nature does require
Her times of preservation, which perforce
I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
Must give my tendance to.
King. You have said well.
Wol. And ever may your highness yoke together, 150
As I will lend you cause, my doing well
With my well saying!
King. 'Tis well said again;
And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well:
And yet words are no deeds. My father loved you:
He said he did, and with his deed did crown[551] 155
His word upon you. Since I had my office,[552]
I have kept you next my heart; have not alone
Employ'd you where high profits might come home,
But pared my present havings, to bestow
My bounties upon you.
Wol. [Aside] What should this mean?[553] 160
Sur. [Aside] The Lord increase this business![553]
King. Have I not made you
The prime man of the state? I pray you, tell me,
If what I now pronounce you have found true:
And, if you may confess it, say withal,
If you are bound to us or no. What say you? 165
Wol. My sovereign, I confess your royal graces,
Shower'd on me daily, have been more than could
My studied purposes requite; which went[554]
Beyond all man's endeavours: my endeavours[555]
Have ever come too short of my desires, 170
Yet filed with my abilities: mine own ends[556]
Have been mine so that evermore they pointed[557]
To the good of your most sacred person and
The profit of the state. For your great graces
Heap'd upon me, poor undeserver, I 175
Can nothing render but allegiant thanks,
My prayers to heaven for you, my loyalty,
Which ever has and ever shall be growing[558]
Till death, that winter, kill it.
King. Fairly answer'd;
A loyal and obedient subject is 180
Therein illustrated: the honour of it
Does pay the act of it; as, i' the contrary,[559]
The foulness is the punishment. I presume
That, as my hand has open'd bounty to you,
My heart dropp'd love, my power rain'd honour, more 185
On you than any; so your hand and heart,
Your brain and every function of your power,
Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty,
As 'twere in love's particular, be more
To me, your friend, than any.
Wol. I do profess[560] 190
That for your highness' good I ever labour'd
More than mine own; that am, have, and will be—[561]
Though all the world should crack their duty to you,[562]
And throw it from their soul; though perils did
Abound, as thick as thought could make 'em, and[563] 195
Appear in forms more horrid—yet my duty,
As doth a rock against the chiding flood,
Should the approach of this wild river break,
And stand unshaken yours.
King. 'Tis nobly spoken.
Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast, 200
For you have seen him open't. [Giving him papers.] Read o'er this;[564]
And after, this: and then to breakfast with
What appetite you have.[565]
[Exit King, frowning upon the Cardinal: the nobles throng after him, smiling and whispering.
Wol. What should this mean?
What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it?[566]
He parted frowning from me, as if ruin 205
Leap'd from his eyes. So looks the chafed lion
Upon the daring huntsman that has gall'd him;
Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper;
I fear, the story of his anger. 'Tis so;[567]
This paper has undone me: 'tis the account 210
Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together[568]
For mine own ends; indeed, to gain the popedom,
And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence![569]
Fit for a fool to fall by: what cross devil[569]
Made me put this main secret in the packet 215
I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this?
No new device to beat this from his brains?
I know 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know
A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune
Will bring me off again. What's this? 'To the Pope!' 220
The letter, as I live, with all the business
I writ to's holiness. Nay then, farewell![570]
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;[570]
And, from that full meridian of my glory,
I haste now to my setting: I shall fall 225
Like a bright exhalation in the evening.
And no man see me more.[571]
Re-enter to Wolsey the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.
Nor. Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal: who commands you[572]
To render up the great seal presently
Into our hands; and to confine yourself 230
To Asher-house, my Lord of Winchester's,[573]
Till you hear further from his highness.
Wol. Stay:
Where's your commission, lords? words cannot carry[574]
Authority so weighty.[575]
Suf. Who dare cross 'em,
Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly? 235
Wol. Till I find more than will or words to do it—[576]
I mean your malice—know, officious lords,
I dare, and must deny it. Now I feel
Of what coarse metal ye are moulded—envy:[577]
How eagerly ye follow my disgraces,[578] 240
As if it fed ye! and how sleek and wanton[579]
Ye appear in every thing may bring my ruin![580]
Follow your envious courses, men of malice;[580]
You have Christian warrant for 'em, and, no doubt,[581]
In time will find their fit rewards. That seal 245
You ask with such a violence, the king,[582]
Mine and your master, with his own hand gave me;
Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honours,
During my life; and, to confirm his goodness,
Tied it by letters-patents: now, who'll take it?[583] 250
Sur. The king, that gave it.
Wol. It must be himself, then.
Sur. Thou art a proud traitor, priest.[584]
Wol. Proud lord, thou liest:
Within these forty hours Surrey durst better[585]
Have burnt that tongue than said so.
Sur. Thy ambition,
Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land 255
Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law:
The heads of all thy brother cardinals,
With thee and all thy best parts bound together,
Weigh'd not a hair of his. Plague of your policy!
You sent me deputy for Ireland; 260
Far from his succour, from the king, from all
That might have mercy on the fault thou gavest him;
Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,
Absolved him with an axe.
Wol. This, and all else
This talking lord can lay upon my credit, 265
I answer, is most false. The duke by law
Found his deserts. How innocent I was
From any private malice in his end,
His noble jury and foul cause can witness.
If I loved many words, lord, I should tell you 270
You have as little honesty as honour,[586]
That in the way of loyalty and truth[587]
Toward the king, my ever royal master,
Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be,[588]
And all that love his follies.
Sur. By my soul, 275
Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou shouldst feel[589]
My sword i' the life-blood of thee else. My lords,
Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?
And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely,
To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,[590] 280
Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,
And dare us with his cap like larks.[591]
Wol. All goodness
Is poison to thy stomach.
Sur. Yes, that goodness
Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,
Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion; 285
The goodness of your intercepted packets
You writ to the pope against the king: your goodness,
Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.
My Lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,[592]
As you respect the common good, the state 290
Of our despised nobility, our issues,
Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,[593]
Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles
Collected from his life. I'll startle you
Worse than the sacring bell, when the brown wench[594] 295
Lay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal.
Wol. How much, methinks, I could despise this man.
But that I am bound in charity against it![595]
Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand:
But, thus much, they are foul ones.
Wol. So much fairer 300
And spotless shall mine innocence arise,
When the king knows my truth.
Sur. This cannot save you:[596]
I thank my memory, I yet remember
Some of these articles, and out they shall.
Now, if you can blush and cry 'guilty,' cardinal,[597] 305
You'll show a little honesty.
Wol. Speak on, sir;
I dare your worst objections: if I blush,
It is to see a nobleman want manners.
Sur. I had rather want those than my head. Have at you![598]
First that, without the king's assent or knowledge, 310
You wrought to be a legate; by which power
You maim'd the jurisdiction of all bishops.
Nor. Then that in all you writ to Rome, or else
To foreign princes, 'Ego et Rex meus'
Was still inscribed; in which you brought the king 315
To be your servant.
Suf. Then that, without the knowledge[599]
Either of king or council, when you went
Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold
To carry into Flanders the great seal.
Sur. Item, you sent a large commission 320
To Gregory de Cassado, to conclude,[600]
Without the king's will or the state's allowance,
A league between his highness and Ferrara.[601]
Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have caused
Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin.[602] 325
Sur. Then that you have sent innumerable substance—[599][603]
By what means got, I leave to your own conscience—
To furnish Rome and to prepare the ways
You have for dignities, to the mere undoing[604]
Of all the kingdom. Many more there are; 330
Which, since they are of you and odious,
I will not taint my mouth with.
Cham. O my lord!
Press not a falling man too far; 'tis virtue:
His faults lie open to the laws; let them,
Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him 335
So little of his great self.
Sur. I forgive him.
Suf. Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is—
Because all those things you have done of late,
By your power legatine, within this kingdom,[605]
Fall into the compass of a præmunire—[606] 340
That therefore such a writ be sued against you;
To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,
Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be[607]
Out of the king's protection. This is my charge.[608]
Nor. And so we'll leave you to your meditations 345
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 you.
So fare you well, my little good lord cardinal.
[Exeunt all but Wolsey.
Wol. So farewell to the little good you bear me.[609] 350
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness![610]
This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,[611]
And bears his blushing honours thick upon him;
The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, 355
And, when he thinks, good easy man, full surely
His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,[612]
And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
This many summers in a sea of glory,[613] 360
But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride[614]
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:[615] 365
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,[616]
That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,[617]
More pangs and fears than wars or women have: 370
And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Enter Cromwell, and stands amazed.[618]
Why, how now, Cromwell!
Crom. I have no power to speak, sir.
Wol. What, amazed
At my misfortunes? can thy spirit wonder[619]
A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,[620] 375
I am fall'n indeed.
Wol. Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now; and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities,
A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me, 380
I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken[621]
A load would sink a navy, too much honour.
O, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven! 385
Crom. I am glad your grace has made that right use of it.[595][622]
Wol. I hope I have: I am able now, methinks,[622]
Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,
To endure more miseries and greater far
Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer. 390
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[623]
Lord chancellor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden:
But he's a learned man. May he continue 395
Long in his highness' favour, and do justice
For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones,[624]
When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings,
May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em![625]
What more?
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, 400
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 405
Only about her coronation.
Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down. O Cromwell,[626]
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, 410
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[627]
To be thy lord and master: seek the king;
That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him[628] 415
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 420
For thine own future safety.
Crom. O my lord,
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. 425
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. 430
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,[629]
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,[630] 435
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 miss'd it.
Mark but my fall and that that ruin'd me.[631]
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition: 440
By that sin fell the angels; how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by it?[632]
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;[633]
Corruption wins not more than honesty.[634]
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, 445
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;[635][636]
And prithee, lead me in:[635][636][637] 450
There take an inventory of all I have,[635][638]
To the last penny; 'tis the king's: my robe,[635][638]
And my integrity to heaven, is all[635]
I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell!
Had I but served my God with half the zeal 455
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.