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In all my miseries: but thou haft forc'd 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 must more be heard, say then, I taught thee;
Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
And founded 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 which ruin'd me.
Cronwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition :
By that fin fell the angels : How can man then,
T!eiinage of his Maker, hope to win by 't?
love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee ;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Stiil in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be juft, and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'tt at be thy Country's,
Thy God's, and Truth's; then, if thou fall'it, o Cromwell
, Thou fall'ít 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 niine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but ferv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my King, he would not in miue age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have. Farewel The hopes of Court! My hopes in heaven do dwell.
No. XVI.-KING HENRY VIII.
ACTIV. Scene 11. Kimbolton.
Enter Catharine Dowager, fick, led between Griffith,
her Gentleman-Ujher, and Patience, her Woman.
OW does your Grace?
Cath. O Griffith, fick to death :
*** My legs, like loaded branches, bow to the earth,
Willing to leave their burden : reach a chair ;-
methinks, I feel a little ease.
Didst thou not tell me, Griffth, as thou led'ft me,
That the great child of honour, Cardinal Wolsey,
W as dead?
Griff. Yes, madam ; but I think your Grace,
Out of the pain you suffer'd, gave no ear to. 't.
Cath Prythee, good Griffith, tell me how he died;
If well, he stepp'd before me, happily,
For my example.
, the voice goes, madam :
For after the stout Earl Northumberland
Arrested him at York, and brought him forward
(As a man forely tainted) to his answer,
He fell fick suddenly, and grew fo ill,
He could not fit his mule.
Cath. Alas, poor man!
Griff. At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester,
Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot,
With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him;
To whom he
gave these words :-O father abbot,
An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye ;
Give bim a little earıb for charity!
So went to-bed: where eagerly his fickness
Pursu'd him fill; and three nights after this,
About the hour of eight (which he himself
Foretold should be his last) full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
He ga ve his honours to the world again,
His bl essed part to Heaven, and slept in peace.
Cath. So may he reft, his faults lie gently on hien!
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with charity-he was a man
Of an undoubted stomach, ever ranking
Himself with Princes; one, that by fuggestion
Ty'd all the kingdom : fimony was fair play ;
His own opinion was his law : i’ the presence
Ile would say untruths; and be ever double,
Both in his words and meaning: he was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful :
His promises were, as he then was, mighty ;
But his performance, as he now is, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.
Grif. Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brafs; their virtues
We write in water. May it please your Highness
To hear me speak his good now?
Cath. Yes, good Griffitb;
I were malicious elle.
Griff. This Cardinal,
Though from an humble ftock, undoubtedly
Was fashion'd to much honour. From his cradle
He was a fcholar,, and a ripe and good one :
Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading:
Lofty, and four to them that lov’d him not;
But, to those men that fought him, sweet as summer.
And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting,
(Which was a sın) yet in beitowing, Madam,
He was most princely: ever witnels for hiin
Those twins of learning, that he rais’d in you,
Ipswich and Oxford; one of which fell with him,
Unwilling to outlive the good he did it;
The other, though unfinish’d, yet so famous,
So excellent in art, and ftill so rising,
That Chriítendom shall ever speak his virtue.
His overthrow heap'd. happiness upon him ;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little ;
And, to add greater honours to his age
'Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Cath. After my death I wish no other herald,
No other 1peaker of my living actions,
To keep mine honour from corruption,
But such an honest chronicler as Grifith.
Whom I most hated living, thou hast made me,
With thy religious truth and modesty,
Now in his ashes honour: Peace be with him!
Patience, be near me ftill; and set me lower:
I have not long to trouble thee.-Good Griffith,
Cause the muficians play me that fad note
I nam'd my knell, whilit I fit meditating
On that celestial harmony I go to.
Sad and folemn Midfic.
Griff. She is asleep. Good wench, let's fit down quiet,
For fear we wake her. Softly, gentle Patience.
The Vision. Cath. Spirits of peace, where are ye? Are ye gone? And leave me here in wretchedness behind ye?
Griff. Madam, we're here.
Cath. It is not you I call for. Saw ye none enter since I Nept?
Griff: None, Madam.
Cath. No ! saw ye not e'en now a blessed troop
Invite me to a banquet, whole bright faces
Caft thousand beams upon me, like the sun ?
They promised me eternal happiness,
And brought me garlands, Griffith, which I feel
I am not worthy yet to wear. I shall affuredly.
Griff. I am most joyful, Madam, such good dreams
Poffels your fancy.
Cath. Bid the music leave, 'Tis harsh and heavy to me.
Pat. Do you note
How much her Grace is alter'd on the sudden ?
How long her face is drawn? how pale she looks,
And of an earthly cold? Observe her eyes.
Griff. She is going, wench. Pray, pray
Pat. Heaven comfort her!
Enter a Messenger. Nef: An't like your Grace
Cath. You are a saucy fellow.
Deserve we no mere reverence ?
Griff. You're to blame,
Knowing the will not lose her wonted greatness,
To ase lo rude behaviour. Go to, kneel.
Mef: [kneeling] I humbly do intreat your Highness'pardon;
My haíte made me unmannerly. There is staying
A gentleman sent from the King, to fee you.
Cath. Admit him entrance, Griffith.
But this fellow
Let me ne'er see again.
. Enter Capucius. If my sight fail not, You mould be Lord Ambassador from the Emperor, My royal nephew; and your name Capucius.
Cap. Madam, the same, your servant.
Catb. O my Lord,
The times and titles are now alter'd strangely
With me fince first you knew me. But, I pray you,
What is your pleasure with me?
Caf. Noble Lady,
First mine own fervice to your Grace; the nexi,
The King's request that I would visit you,
Who grieves much for your weakness, and by me
Sends you his princely commendations,
And heartily intreats you take good comfort.
Cath. O my good Lord, that comfort comes too late ;
'Tis like a pardon after execution.
That gentle phyfic, given in time, had cur'd me;
But now I'm past all comforts here, but prayers.
llow does his Highnefs?
Cap. Madam, in good health.
Cath. So may he ever do, and ever flourish
When I snall dwell with worms, and my poor name
Banith'd the kingdom !-Patience, is that letter,
I caus'd you write, yet fent away?
Pat. No, Madam.
Cath. Sir, I molt humbly pray you to deliver This io my Lord the King.