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About the giving back the great seal to us,
[E.xeunt all but WOLSEY.
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? Crom. I have no power to speak, sir. Wol.
At my misfortunes ? can thy spirit wonder,
How does your grace?
Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignițies, 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, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden, 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
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 orphan's 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.
Last, that the lady Anne,
O my lord, ,
3 The chancellor is the guardian of orphans.
The king shall have my service; but my prayers
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
well, 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: 'tis 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.
So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell.
And so are you.
SCENE I. A Street in Westminster.
Enter Two Gentlemen, meeting. 1 Gent. You are well met once again. 2 Gent. i Gent. You come to take your stand here, and
behold The lady Anne pass from her coronation ?
2 Gent. 'Tis all my business. At our last encounter, The duke of Buckingham came from his trial.
i Gent. 'Tis very true: but that time offer'd sorrow; This, general joy. 2 Gent.
"Tis 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. i 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
hand ? 1 Gent.
Yes; 'tis the list