These ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken 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 now, methinks, Out of a fortitude of soul I feel, To endure more miseries, and greater far, Than my weak hearted enemies dare offer. Crom. The heaviest and the worst, Is your displeasure with the king. Wol. God bless him! Crem. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen Lord Chancellor, in your place. Wol. That's somewhat sudden But he's a learned man. May he continue For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Wol. That's news indeed! Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne, Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, Only about her coronation. Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down; O Cromwell! The king has gone beyond me; all my glories, In that one woman, I have lost forever. No sun shall ever usher forth my honors, Or gild again the noble troops that waited. Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; To be thy 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, know his noble mature) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Go, Cromwell, Crom. O my Lord, Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego wl. 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 sleep in dull cold marble, where mention Of me must no more be heard, say then, I taught thee: To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. Thy God's and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell! Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. And prithee lead me in— Serve the king There take an inventory of all I have; To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, I dare to call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Crom. Good Sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewell The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do dwell. THE QUARREL OF BRUTUS AND CASSIUS. Cas. THAT you have wrong'd me doth appear in this, You have condemn'd and noted Lucius Pella, For taking bribes here of the Sardians; Bru. You wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. Cas. I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speak this. Cac. Chastisement ! Bru. Remember March; the ides of March remember ; Did not great Julius bleed for justice' sake? What villain touch'd his body that did stab, And not for justice? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers? shall we now Contaminate our fingers with these bribes? And sell the mighty meed of our large honors For so much trach as may be grasped thus ? I would rather be a dog and bay the moon, Than such a Roman. Cas. Brutus, bay not me, I'll not endure it; you forget yourself. Eru. Go to; you are not, Cassius. Bru. I say you are not. Cas. Urge me no more: I shall forget myself Have mind upon your health-tempt me no farther. . Away slight man! Is it possible? Hear me, for I will speak, Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Cas. Must I endure all this? Bru. All this? aye more. Fret till your proud heart breaks. Go tell your servants how cholerie you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge ? Must I observe you? Must I stand and crouch You shall digest the venom of your spleen, Cas. Is it come to this! Bru. You say you are a better soldier; Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well. For my own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way-you wrong me, Brutus. I said an elder soldier, not a better; Did I say a better? Bru. If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar liv'd he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace! you durst net so have tempted him. Cas. I durst not? Bru. No. Cas. What! durst not tempt him? Cus. Do not presume too much upon my love; Bru. You have done what you shall be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats? For I am arm'd so strong in honesty, That they pass by me as the idle wind, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring To you for gold to pay my legions, Which you denied me; was that done like Cassius Should I have answered Caius Cassius so Cus. I deny'd you not Bru. You did. cas. I did not he was but a fool That bro't my answer back. Brutus hath rived my heart; A friend should bear a friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are. Bru. I do not. Still you practise them on me. Cas. You love me not. Bru. I do not like your faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults. Cas. Come, Antony and young Octavius, contre! Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother; My spirit from my eyes! There is my dagger, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovd'st him better Bru. Sheath your dagger : Be angry when you will, it shall have scope: Cas. Hath Cassius lived When I spoke that, I was ill tempered too. |