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By my soul, Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou should'st
feel 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, Farewel nobility; let his grace go forward, And dare us with his cap, like larks. 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; The goodness of your intercepted packets, You writ to the pope, against the king: your good
ness, Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious. My lord of Norfolk,-as you are truly noble, As you respect the common good, the state Of our despis'd nobility, our issues, Who, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,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 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! Nor. Those articles, my lord, are in the king's
hand: But, thus much, they are foul ones.
So much fairer,
This cannot save you:
Speak on, sir; I dare your worst objections: if I blush, It is, to see a nobleman want manners.
Sur. I'd rather want those, than my head. Have
First, that, without the king's assent, or know
ledge, 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 inscrib'd; in which you brought the king To be your servant.
Suf. Then, that, without the knowledge Either of king or council, when you went Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold To carry into Flanders the
Sur. Item, you sent a large commission To Gregory de Cassalis, to conclude, Without the king's will, or the state's allowance, A league between his highness and Ferrara. Suf. That, out of mere ambition, you have
caus'd Your holy hat to be stamp'd on the king's coin.
Sur. Then, that you have sent innumerable sub
stance, (By what means got, I leave to your own con
O my lord,
you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him 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, Fall into the compass of a præmunire, That therefore such a writ be su'd against you; To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements, Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be Out of the king's protection :- This is my charge. Nor. And so we'll leave
meditations 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 farewel to the little good you bear me.
Farewel, a long farewel, to all my greatness!
Enter Cromwell, amazedly.
Why, how now, Cromwell?
How does your grace? Wol.
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
peace above all earthly dignities, 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 my 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 orphans' tears wept on ’em! What more?
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,