If you will now unite in your complaints

3.2.21827And force them with a constancy, the cardinal

3.2.31828Cannot stand under them. If you omit

3.2.41829The offer of this time I cannot promise

3.2.51830But that you shall sustain more new disgraces

3.2.61831With these you bear already.

I am joyful

3.2.81833To meet the least occasion that may give me

3.2.91834Remembrance of my father-in-law the duke

3.2.101835To be revenged on him.

Which of the peers

3.2.121837Have uncondemned gone by him, or at least

3.2.131838Strangely neglected? When did he regard

3.2.141839The stamp of nobleness in any person

3.2.151840Out of himself?

My lords, you speak your pleasures;

3.2.171842What he deserves of you and me, I know.

3.2.181843What we can do to him, (though now the time

3.2.191844Gives way to us) I much fear. If you cannot

3.2.201845BBar his access to' th' king, never attempt

3.2.211846Anything on him; for he hath a witchcraft

3.2.221847Over the king in's tongue.

O fear him not,

3.2.241849His spell in that is out: the King hath found

3.2.251850Matter against him that forever mars

3.2.261851The honey of his language. No, he's settled

3.2.271852(Not to come off), in his displeasure.

Sir,

3.2.291854I should be glad to hear such news as this

3.2.301855Once every hour.

Believe it, this is true.

3.2.321857In the Diuorce, his contrarie proceedings

3.2.331858Are all unfolded, wherein he appears

3.2.341859As I would wish mine enemy.

How came

3.2.361861His practices to light?

Most strangely.

O, how? how?

The cardinal's letters to the pope miscarried

3.2.401865And came to th' eye o' th' king, wherein was read

3.2.411866How that the cardinal did entreat his holiness

3.2.421867To stay the judgement o' th' divorce; for if

3.2.431868It did take place, 'I do', (quoth he) 'perceive

3.2.441869My king is tangled in affection to

3.2.451870A creature of the queen's, Lady Anne Bullen.'

Has the King this?

Believe it.

Will this work?

The king in this perceiuvs him, how he coasts

3.2.501875And hedges his own way. But in this point

3.2.511876All his tricks founder, and he brings his physick

3.2.521877After his patient's death: the king already

3.2.531878Hath married the fair lady.

Would he had.

May you be happy in your wish, my lord,

3.2.561881For I profess you have it.

Now all my joy

3.2.581883Trace the conjunction.

My amen to't.

All men's.

There's order given for her coronation;

3.2.621887Marry this is yet but young and may be left

3.2.631888To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,

3.2.641889She is a gallant creature, and complete

3.2.651890In mind and feature. I persuade me, from her

3.2.661891Will fall some blessing to this land, which shall

3.2.671892In it be memorized.

But will the king

3.2.691894Digest this letter of the cardinal's?

3.2.701895The Lord forbid.

Marry, amen.

No, no!

3.2.731898There be more wasps that buzz about his nose

3.2.741899Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius

3.2.751900Is stolen away to Rome, hath ta'en no leave,

3.2.761901Has left the cause o'th' king unhandled, and

3.2.771902Is posted as the agent of our cardinal

3.2.781903To second all his plot. I do assure you,

3.2.791904The king cried ha! at this.

Now God incense him,

3.2.811906And let him cry ha! louder.

But my lord,

3.2.831908When returns Cranmer?

He is returned in his opinions, which

3.2.851910Have satisfied the king for his divorce,

3.2.861911Together with all famous colleges

3.2.871912Almost in christendom. Shortly, (I believe),

3.2.881913His second marriage shall be published, and

3.2.891914Her coronation. Katherine no more

3.2.901915Shall be called queen, but Princess Dowager

3.2.911916And widow to Prince Arthur.

This same Cranmer's

3.2.931918A worthy fellow, and hath ta'en much pain

3.2.941919In the king's business.

He has, and we shall see him

3.2.961921For it, an archbishop.

So I hear.

'Tis so.

3.2.991925The Cardinal.

Observe, observe; he's moody.

The packet, Cromwell,

3.2.1021928Gave't you the king?

To his own hand, in's bedchamber.

Looked he o'th'inside of the paper?

Presently

3.2.1061932He did unseal them, and the first he viewed

3.2.1071933He did it with a serious mind; a heed

3.2.1081934Was in his countenance. You he bade

3.2.1091935Attend him here this morning.

Is he ready to come abroad?

I think by this he is.

Leave me a while.

3.2.1131939It shall be to the Duchess of Alanson,

3.2.1141940The French king's sister; he shall marry her.

3.2.1151941Anne Bullen? No, I'll no Anne Bullens for him;

3.2.1161942There's more in't then fair visage. Bullen?

3.2.1171943No, we'll no Bullens. Speedily I wish

3.2.1181944To hear from Rome. The marchioness of Pembroke?

He's discontented.

Maybe he hears the king

3.2.1211947Does whet his anger to him.

Sharp enough,

3.2.1231949Lord, for thy justice.

The late queen's gentlewoman?

3.2.1251951A knight's daughter

3.2.1261952To be her mistress's mistress? The queen's queen?

3.2.1271953This candle burns not clear; 'tis I must snuff it

3.2.1281954Then out it goes. What, though I know her virtuous

3.2.1291955And well deserving, yet I know her for

3.2.1301956A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to

3.2.1311957Our cause, that she should lie i'th'bosom of

3.2.1321958Our hard ruled king. Again there is sprung up

3.2.1331959An heretic, an arch-one: Cranmer, one

3.2.1341960Hath crawled into the favor of the king

3.2.1351961And is his oracle.

He is vexed at something.

I would 'twer something that would fret the string,

3.2.1381965The master-cord on's heart.

The king. The king.

What piles of wealth hath he accumulated

3.2.1411968To his own portion? And what expense by'th'hour

3.2.1421969Seems to flow from him? How i'th'name of thrift

3.2.1431970Does he rake this together? Now, my lords,

3.2.1441971Saw you the cardinal?

My lord, we have

3.2.1461973Stood here observing him. Some strange commotion

3.2.1471974Is in his brain; he bites his lip and starts,

3.2.1481975Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,

3.2.1491976Then lays his finger on his temple; straight

3.2.1501977Springs out into fast gate, then stops again,

3.2.1511978Strikes his breast hard, and anon, he casts

3.2.1521979His eye against the moon. In most strange postures

3.2.1531980We have seen him set himself.

It may well be

3.2.1551982There is a mutiny in's mind. This morning

3.2.1561983Papers of state he sent me, to peruse

3.2.1571984As I required; and wot you what I found

3.2.1581985There (on my conscience put unwittingly),

3.2.1591986Forsooth an inventory thus importing

3.2.1601987The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,

3.2.1611988Rich stuffs and ornaments of household, which

3.2.1621989I find at such proud rate that it out-speaks

3.2.1631990Possession of a subject.

It's heaven's will

3.2.1651992Some spirit put this paper in the packet

3.2.1661993To bless your eye with all.

If we did think

3.2.1681995His contemplation were above the earth,

3.2.1691996And fixed on spiritual object, he should still

3.2.1701997Dwell in his musings; but I am afraid

3.2.1711998His thinkings are below the moon, not worth

3.2.1721999His serious considering.

Heaven forgive me,

3.2.1752003Ever God bless your highness.

Good my lord,

3.2.1772005You are full of heavenly stuff and bear the inventory

3.2.1782006Of your best graces in your mind, the which

3.2.1792007You were now running o'er. You have scarce time

3.2.1802008To steal from spiritual leisure, a brief span

3.2.1812009To keep your earthly audit, sure in that

3.2.1822010I deem you an ill husband and am galled

3.2.1832011To have you therein my companion.

Sir,

3.2.1852013For holy offices I have a time; a time

3.2.1862014To think upon the part of business which

3.2.1872015I bear i'th'state; and nature does require

3.2.1882016Her times of preservation, which perforce

3.2.1892017I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,

3.2.1902018Must give my 'tendance to.

You have said well.

And ever may your highness yoke together,

3.2.1932021(As I will lend you cause), my doing well

3.2.1942022With my well saying.

'Tis well said again,

3.2.1962024And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well;

3.2.1972025And yet words are no deeds. My father loved you;

3.2.1982026He said he did, and with his deed did crown

3.2.1992027His word upon you. Since I had my office

3.2.2002028I have kept you next my heart, have not alone

3.2.2012029Employed you where high profits might come home,

3.2.2022030But pared my present havings to bestow

3.2.2032031My bounties upon you.

What should this mean?

The lord increase this business.

Have I not made you

3.2.2072035The prime man of the state? I pray you tell me,

3.2.2082036If what I now pronounce you have found true,

3.2.2092037And if you may confess it, say withal

3.2.2102038If you are bound to us or no. What say you?

My sovereign, I confess your royal graces,

3.2.2122040Showered on me daily, have been more than could

3.2.2132041My studied purposes requite, which went

3.2.2142042Beyond all man's endeavors. My endeavors

3.2.2152043Have ever come too short of my desires,

3.2.2162044Yet filled with my abilities. Mine own ends

3.2.2172045Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed

3.2.2182046To'th'good of your most sacred person and

3.2.2192047The profit of the state. For your great graces

3.2.2202048Heaped upon me (poor undeserver), I

3.2.2212049Can nothing render but allegiant thanks,

3.2.2222050My prayers to heaven for you; my loyalty

3.2.2232051Which ever has and ever shall be growing

3.2.2242052Till death (that winter), kill it.

Fairly answered.

3.2.2262054A loyal and obedient subject is

3.2.2272055Therein illustrated; the honor of it

3.2.2282056Does pay the act of it, as i'th'contrary

3.2.2292057The foulness is the punishment. I presume

3.2.2302058That as my hand has opened bounty to you,

3.2.2312059My heart dropped love, my power rained honor, more

3.2.2322060On you than any. So your hand and heart,

3.2.2332061YYour brain and every function of your power,

3.2.2342062Should, notwithstanding that your bond of duty

3.2.2352063As 'twer in love's particular, be more

3.2.2362064To me your friend than any.

I do profess

3.2.2382066That for your highness' good I ever labored

3.2.2392067More then mine own; that am, have, and will be

3.2.2402068(Though all the world should cracke their duty to you,

3.2.2412069And throw it from their soul, though perils did

3.2.2422070Abound, as thick as thought could make 'em, and

3.2.2432071Appear in forms more horrid) yet my duty,

3.2.2442072As doth a rock against the chiding flood,

3.2.2452073Should the approach of this wild river break

3.2.2462074And stand unshaken yours.

'Tis nobly spoken.

3.2.2482076Take notice, lords, he has a loyal breast,

3.2.2492077For you have seen him open't. Read o'er this,

3.2.2502078And after this, and then to breakfast with

3.2.2512079What appetite you have.

What should this mean?

3.2.2532083What sudden anger's this? How have I reaped it?

3.2.2542084He parted frowning from me, as if ruin

3.2.2552085Leaped from his eyes. So looks the chafed lion

3.2.2562086Upon the daring huntsman that has galled him;

3.2.2572087Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper;

3.2.2582088I fear the story of his anger. 'Tis so:

3.2.2592089This paper ha's undone me: 'Tis th'account

3.2.2602090Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together

3.2.2612091For mine own ends, (indeed to gain the popedom,

3.2.2622092And fee my friends in Rome). O, negligence!

3.2.2632093Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil

3.2.2642094Made me put this main secret in the packet

3.2.2652095I sent the king? Is there no way to cure this?

3.2.2662096No new device to beat this from his brains?

3.2.2672097I know 'twill stir him strongly; yet I know

3.2.2682098A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune

3.2.2692099Will bring me off again. What's this? To th'pope?

3.2.2702100The letter (as I live) with all the business

3.2.2712101I writ to's holiness. Nay then, farewell.

3.2.2722102I have touched the highest point of all my greatness,

3.2.2732103And from that full meridian of my glory

3.2.2742104I haste now to my setting. I shall fall

3.2.2752105Like a bright exhalation in the evening,

3.2.2762106And no man see me more.

Hear the king's pleasure, cardinal,

3.2.2782110Who commands you

3.2.2792111To render up the great seal presently

3.2.2802112Into our hands, and to confine yourself

3.2.2812113To Asher house, my lord of Winchester's,

3.2.2822114Till you hear further from his highness.

Stay.

3.2.2842116WWhere's your commission? Lords, words cannot carry

3.2.2852117Authority so weighty.

Who dare cross 'em,

3.2.2872119Bearing the king's will from his mouth expressly?

Till I finde more then will, or words to do it,

3.2.2892121(I mean your malice), know officious lords,

3.2.2902122I dare and must deny it. Now I feel

3.2.2912123Of what coarse metal ye are molded. Envy,

3.2.2922124How eagerly ye follow my disgraces

3.2.2932125As if it fed ye, and how sleek and wanton

3.2.2942126Ye appear in everything may bring my ruin?

3.2.2952127Follow your envious courses, men of malice;

3.2.2962128You have Christian warrant for 'em, and no doubt

3.2.2972129In time will find their fit rewards. That seal

3.2.2982130You ask with such a violence, the king

3.2.2992131(Mine and your master), with his own hand gave me,

3.2.3002132Bade me enjoy it with the place and honors

3.2.3012133During my life, and to confirm his goodness

3.2.3022134Tied it by letters patents. Now, who'll take it?

The king that gave it.

It must be himself, then.

Thou art a proud traitor, priest.

Proud lord, thou liest.

3.2.3072139Within these forty hours, Surrey, durst better

3.2.3082140Have burnt that tongue than said so.

Thy ambition

3.2.3102142(Thou scarlet sin), robbed this bewailing land

3.2.3112143Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law;

3.2.3122144The heads of all thy brother-cardinals,

3.2.3132145(With thee, and all thy best parts bound together),

3.2.3142146Weighed not a hair of his. Plague of your policy,

3.2.3152147You sent me deputy for Ireland,

3.2.3162148Far from his succor; from the king, from all

3.2.3172149That might have mercy on the fault, thou gav'st him,

3.2.3182150Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,

3.2.3192151Absolu'd him with an axe.

This and all else,

3.2.3212153This talking lord can lay upon my credit,

3.2.3222154I answer is most false. The duke by law

3.2.3232155Found his deserts. How innocent I was

3.2.3242156From any private malice in his end,

3.2.3252157His noble jury and foul cause can witness.

3.2.3262158If I loved many words, lord, I should tell you

3.2.3272159You have as little honesty as honor,

3.2.3282160That in the way of loyalty and truth

3.2.3292161Toward the king, my ever royal master,

3.2.3302162Dare mate a sounder man then Surrey can be,

3.2.3312163And all that love his follies.

By my soul

3.2.3332165Your long coat, priest, protects you.

3.2.3342166Thou should'st feel

3.2.3352167My sword i'th'life blood of thee else. My lords,

3.2.3362168Can ye endure to hear this arrogance?

3.2.3372169And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely

3.2.3382170To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,

3.2.3392171Farewell nobility; let his grace go forward,

3.2.3402172And dare us with his cap like larks.

All goodness

3.2.3422174Is poison to thy stomach.

Yes, that goodness

3.2.3442176Of gleaning all the land's wealth into one,

3.2.3452177Into your own hands, cardinal, by extortion;

3.2.3462178The goodness of your intercepted packets

3.2.3472179You writ to'th pope against the king; your goodness,

3.2.3482180Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.

3.2.3492181My lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,

3.2.3502182As you respect the common good, the state

3.2.3512183Of our despised nobility, our issues,

3.2.3522184(Whom, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen),

3.2.3532185Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles

3.2.3542186Collected from his life. I'll startle you

3.2.3552187Worse then the sacring bell when the brown wench

3.2.3562188LLay kissing in your arms, lord cardinal.

How much, methinks, I could despise this man

3.2.3582190But that I am bound in charity against it.

Those articles, my lord, are in the king's hand;

3.2.3602192But thus much, they are foul ones.

So much fairer

3.2.3622194And spotless shall mine innocence arise

3.2.3632195When the king knows my truth.

This cannot saue you.

3.2.3652197I thank my memory I yet remember

3.2.3662198Some of these articles, and out they shall.

3.2.3672199Now, if you can blush and cry guilty, cardinal,

3.2.3682200You'l show a little honesty.

Speak on, sir;

3.2.3702202I dare your worst objections. If I blush

3.2.3712203It is to see a nobleman want manners.

I had rather want those than my head;

3.2.3732205Have at you.

3.2.3742206First, that without the king's assent or knowledge,

3.2.3752207You wrought to be a legate, by which power

3.2.3762208You maimed the jurisdiction of all bishops.

Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else

3.2.3782210To foreign princes, ego and rex meus

3.2.3792211Was still inscribed, in which you brought the king

3.2.3802212To be your servant.

Then, that without the knowledge

3.2.3822214Either of king or council, when you went

3.2.3832215Ambassador to the emperor, you made bold

3.2.3842216To carry into Flanders the great seal.

Item: you sent a large commission

3.2.3862218To Gregory de Cassado to conclude,

3.2.3872219Without the king's will or the state's allowance,

3.2.3882220A league between his highness and Ferrara.

That out of mere ambition you have caused

3.2.3902222Your holy hat to be stamped on the king's coin.

Then, that you have sent innumerable substance,

3.2.3922224(By what means got, I leave to your own conscience),

3.2.3932225To furnish Rome and to prepare the ways

3.2.3942226You have for dignities, to the mere undoing

3.2.3952227Of all the kingdom. Many more there are

3.2.3962228Which,since they are of you and odious,

3.2.3972229I will not taint my mouth with.

O, my lord,

3.2.3992231Press not a falling man too far! 'tis virtue;

3.2.4002232His faults lie open to the laws. Let them,

3.2.4012233Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him

3.2.4022234So little, of his great self.

I forgive him.

Lord cardinal, the king's further pleasure is,

3.2.4052237Because all those things you have done of late

3.2.4062238By your power legislative within this kingdom,

3.2.4072239Fall into th' compass of a premunire;

3.2.4082240That therefore such a writ be sued against you

3.2.4092241To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,

3.2.4102242Castles, and whatsoever, and to be

3.2.4112243Out of the king's protection. This is my charge.

And so we'll leave you to your meditations

3.2.4132245HHow to live better. For your stubborn answer

3.2.4142246About the giving back the great seal to us,

3.2.4152247The king shall know it and, no doubt, shall thank you.

3.2.4162248So fare you well, my little good Lord cardinal.

So farewell to the little good you bear me.

3.2.4182251Farewell? A long farewell to all my greatness.

3.2.4192252This is the state of man; today he puts forth

3.2.4202253The tender leaves of hopes, tomorrow blossoms,

3.2.4212254And bears his blushing honors thick upon him.

3.2.4222255The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,

3.2.4232256And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely

3.2.4242257His greatness is a ripening, nips his root,

3.2.4252258And then he falls as I do. I have ventured

3.2.4262259Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders.

3.2.4272260This many summers in a sea of glory

3.2.4282261But far beyond my depth. My high-blown pride

3.2.4292262At length broke under me and now has left me

3.2.4302263Weary and old with service to the mercy

3.2.4312264Of a rude stream that must forever hide me.

3.2.4322265Vain pomp and glory of this world I hate ye,

3.2.4332266I feel my heart new opened. Oh how wretched

3.2.4342267Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favors?

3.2.4352268There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to,

3.2.4362269That sweet aspect of princes and their ruin,

3.2.4372270More pangs and fears than wars or women have;

3.2.4382271And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

3.2.4392272Never to hope again.

3.2.4402274Why, how now Cromwell?

I have no power to speak, sir.

What, amazed

3.2.4432277At my misfortunes? Can thy spirit wonder

3.2.4442278A great man should decline? Nay, and you weep

3.2.4452279I am fallen indeed.

How does your grace.

Why, well.

3.2.4482282Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell;

3.2.4492283I know myself now, and I feel within me

3.2.4502284A peace above all earthly dignities,

3.2.4512285A still and quiet conscience. The king has cured me.

3.2.4522286I humbly thank his grace, and from these shoulders,

3.2.4532287These ruined pillars, out of pity taken

3.2.4542288A load would sink a navy, too much honor.

3.2.4552289O 'tis a burden, Cromwell; 'tis a burden

3.2.4562290Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.

I am glad your grace

3.2.4582292Has made that right use of it.

I hope I have.

3.2.4602294I am able now, methinks,

3.2.4612295(Out of a fortitude of soul, I feel),

3.2.4622296To endure more miseries, and greater far

3.2.4632297Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.

3.2.4642298What news abroad?

The heaviest and the worst

3.2.4662300Is your displeasure with the king.

God bless him.

The next is that Sir Thomas More is chosen

3.2.4692303Lord Chancellor in your place.

That's somewhat sudden,

3.2.4712305But he's a learned man. May he continue

3.2.4722306Long in his highness's favor, and do justice

3.2.4732307For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones,

3.2.4742308When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings,

3.2.4752309May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on him.

3.2.4762310What more?

That Cranmer is returned with welcome;

3.2.4782312Installed Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.

That's news, indeed.

Last, that the lady Anne,

3.2.4812315Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,

3.2.4822316This day was viewed in open, as his queen,

3.2.4832317Going to chapel; and the voice is now

3.2.4842318Only about her coronation.

There was the weight that pulled me down.

3.2.4862320O, Cromwell,

3.2.4872321The king has gone beyond me: All my glories

3.2.4882322In that one woman I have lost forever.

3.2.4892323No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors,

3.2.4902324Or gild again the noble troops that waited

3.2.4912325Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell;

3.2.4922326I am a poor fall'n man, unworthy now

3.2.4932327To be thy lord and master. Seek the king

3.2.4942328(That sun I pray may never set), I have told him

3.2.4952329What and how true thou art. He will advance thee.

3.2.4962330Some little memory of me will stir him

3.2.4972331(I know his Noble Nature) not to let

3.2.4982332Thy hopeful service perish, too. Good Cromwell,

3.2.4992333Neglect him not; make use now, and provide

3.2.5002334For thine own future safety.

O, my lord,

3.2.5022336Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego

3.2.5032337So good, so noble, and so true a master?

3.2.5042338Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,

3.2.5052339With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.

3.2.5062340The King shall have my service, but my prayers

3.2.5072341Forever and forever shall be yours.

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear

3.2.5092343In all my miseries, but thou hast forced me

3.2.5102344(Out of thy honest truth), to play the woman.

3.2.5112345Let's dry our eyes. And thus far hear me, Cromwell,

3.2.5122346And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,

3.2.5132347And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention

3.2.5142348Of me more must be heard of; say I taught thee;

3.2.5152349Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,

3.2.5162350And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor,

3.2.5172351Found thee a way (out of his wreck), to rise in;

3.2.5182352A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.

3.2.5192353Mark but my fall and that that ruined me.

3.2.5202354Cromwell, I charge thee: fling away ambition;

3.2.5212355By that sin fell the angels. How can man then

3.2.5222356(The image of his maker), hope to win by it?

3.2.5232357Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee.

3.2.5242358Corruption wins not more then honesty.

3.2.5252359Still, in thy right hand carry gentle peace

3.2.5262360To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not;

3.2.5272361Let all the ends thou aimest at be thy countries,

3.2.5282362Thy gods, and truths. Then if thou fallest, O Cromwell,

3.2.5292363Thou fallest a blessed martyr.

3.2.5302364Serve the king; and prithee, lead me in.

3.2.5312365There take an inventory of all I have:

3.2.5322366To the last penny 'tis the king's. My robe,

3.2.5332367And my integrity to heaven is all

3.2.5342368I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell;

3.2.5352369Had I but served my God with half the zeal

3.2.5362370I served my king he would not, in mine age,

3.2.5372371Have left me naked to mine enemies.

Good sir, have patience.

So I have. Farewell

3.2.5402374The hopes of court; my hopes in heaven do dwell.