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Unto the frowning judge? or who pronounc'd
The bitter íentence of
Before I be convict by course of law,
To threaten me with death is most unlawful.
I charge you, as you hope to have redemption,
That you depart, and lay no hands on me :
The decd you undertake is damnable.
i Vil. What we will do, we do upon command.
2 Vil. And he that hath commanded, is our King.
Clar. Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings
Hath in the Table of his Law commanded,
That Thou shalt do no murder. Will you then
Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?
Take heed! for he holds vengeance in his hand,
To hurl upon their heads that break his law.
2 Vil. And that same vengeance doth he hurl on thee
For false forswearing, and for murder too :
Thou didît receive the facrament, to fight
In quarrel of the House of Lancaster.
i Vil. And, like a traitor to the name of God, Didit break that vow; and with thy treach'rous blade Unrip'dst the bowels of thy Sovereign's son.
2 Vil. Whom thou wert sworn to cherish and defend. 1 Vil. How canst thou urge God's dreadful law to us, When thou hast broke it in such high degree?
Clar. Alas! for whose fake did I that ill deed ?
For Edward, for my brother, for his sake.
He sends you not to murder me for this,
For in that sin he is as deep as I.
If God will be avenged for the deed,
O, know you yet, he doth it publicly.
Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ;
He needs no indirect, nor lawless course,
To cut off those that have offended him.
i Vil. Who made thee then a bloody minister,
When gallant, springing, brave Plantagenet,
That princely novice, was struck dead hy thee?
Clar. My brother's love, the devil, and my rage.
i Vil. Thy brother's love, our duty, and thy fault, Provoke us hither now, to laughter thee. N
Clar. If you do love my brother, hate not me:
I am his brother, and I love him well.
If you are hired for meed, go back again,
And I will send you to my brother Glo'fer,
Who will reward you better for my
life, Than Edward will for tidings of my death.
2 Vil. You are deceiv’d, your brother Glo'fter hates you.
Clar. Oh, no, he loves me, and he holds me dear. GO you
to him from me. Both.. Ay, so we will.
Clar. Tell him, when that our princely father York
Bless'd his three sons with his victorious arm,
And charg'd us, from his soul, to love each other,
He little thought of this divided friendship.
Bid Gloster think on this, and he will weep.
1 Vil. Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.
Clar. O do not slander him, for he is kind.
1 Vil. As snow in harvest. You deceive yourself; 'Tis he that sends us to destroy you here.
Clar. It cannot be ; for he bewept my fortune, And hugg'd me in his arms, and swore with fobs, That he would labour my delivery.
i Vil. Why so he duth, when he delivers you From this earth's thraldom to the joys of heaven. 2 Vil. Make peace with God, for you must die, my
Clar. Have you that holy feeling in your foal,
To counsel me to make my peace with God;
And are you yet to your own souls so blind,
That you will war with God, by murd'ring me!
0, Sirs, consider, they that set you on
To do this deed will hate you for the deed.
2 Vil. What shall we do?
Clar. Relent, and save your
fouls. Which of
you were a prince's son,
Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,
Would not intreat for life? Ah! you would beg,
in my distress i Vil. Relent! ”Tis cowardly and womanish. Ller. Not to relent, is beastly, favage, devilish.
friend, I spy some pity in thy looks:
f thine eye be not a flatterer,
e thou on my side, and intreat for me.
gging Prince what beggar pities not?
Vil. Look behind you, my Lord.
Vil. Take that, and that; if all this will not do,
Stabs bin. Irown you in the malmfy-butt within.
[Exit. Vil. A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd. ow fain, like Pilate, would I wash my hands his most grievous guilty murder !
Re-enter first Villain. Vil. How now? what mean'st thou, that thou help'ft
me not? Heaven, the Duke shall know how flack you've been. Vil. I would he knew, that I had sav'd his brother ! :e thou the fee, and tell him what I say; I repent me that the Duke flain.
[Exit. Vil. So do not .I. Go, coward as thou art. Tell, I'll go hide the body in some hole, that the Duke give order for his burial; l, when I have my meed, I muf away; this will out, and then I must not stay. [Exit.
Act III. SCENE II. Wolfey alone.
WOLSEY. O farewel to the little good you bear me. rewel, a long farewel to all my greatness ! lis is the fate of man: To-day he puts forth le tender leaves of hope; to-niorrow blossoms, id bears his blushing honours thick upon him : he third day comes a frolt, a killing froit ; d when he thinks, good easy man, full surely is greatness is a ripening, nips his root ; nd then he falls, as I do. I have ventur'd, ike little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
These many summers in a sea of glory,
But far beyond my depth; my high-blown pride
At le.gth broke under me, and now has left me,
Weary, and old with service, to the mercy
Of a rude stream, that mul for ever hide me.
Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye!
I feel my heart new open'd. Oh, how wretched
Is that poor man, that hangs on Princes' favours !
There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to,
That sweet aspect of Princes, and our ruin,
and fears than war or women have ;
And, when he falis, he falls, like Lucifer,
Never to hope again.
Enter Cromwell, fanding amazed. Why, how now, bromwell ?
Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What! amaz’d
At my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder
A great man should decline. Nay, if you weep,
I am fallen indeed.
Crom. How does your Grace?
Wol. Why well ;
Never so truly happy, iny good Cromwell
I know myself now, and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A till and quiet conscience. The King has .curd me,
I humbly thank his Grace; and from these shoulders,
These ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken
A load would sink a navy--ioo much honour.
0, 'lis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.
Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use of it.
Wol. I hope I have. I'm able
Out of a fortitude of foul I feel,
To endure more miseries, and greater far,
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 juftice
For truth's fake and his conscience; that his bones,
When he has run his course, and sleeps in blellings,
May have a tomb of orphan's tears wept on him!
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome;
Install'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.
Wol. That's news, indeed.
Crom. Lait, that the Lady Anne,
Whom the King hath in fecrecy 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
The King has gone beyond me; all my glories
In that one woman I have lost for ever.
No sun shall ever usher forth my honours,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;
fallen man, unworthy now
To be tny lord and master. Seek the King.
That sun, I pray, may never set.
I've 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 perih too. Good Crom-well,
Neglect him not; make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.
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 forrow Cromwell leaves his Lord.
The King shall have my service; but my prayers
ever, and for ever, shall be yours.
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to ined a tear