2257His Greatnesse is a ripening, nippes his roote,

2258And then he fals as I do. I haue ventur'd

2259Like little wanton Boyes that swim on bladders:

2260This many Summers in a Sea of Glory,

2261But farre beyond my depth: my high-blowne Pride

2262At length broke vnder me, and now ha's left me

2263Weary, and old with Seruice, to the mercy

2264Of a rude streame, that must for euer hide me.

2265Vaine pompe, and glory of this World, I hate ye,

2266I feele my heart new open'd. Oh how wretched

2267Is that poore man, that hangs on Princes fauours?

2268There is betwixt that smile we would aspire too,

2269That sweet Aspect of Princes, and their ruine,

2270More pangs, and feares then warres, or women haue;

2271And when he falles, he falles like Lucifer,

2272Neuer to hope againe.

2274Why how now Cromwell?

2275Crom. I haue no power to speake Sir.

2276Car. What, amaz'd

2277At my misfortunes? Can thy Spirit wonder

2278A great man should decline. Nay, and you weep

2279I am falne indeed.

2280Crom. How does your Grace.

2281Card. Why well:

2282Neuer so truly happy, my good Cromwell,

2283I know my selfe now, and I feele within me,

2284A peace aboue all earthly Dignities,

2285A still, and quiet Conscience. The King ha's cur'd me,

2286I humbly thanke his Grace: and from these shoulders

2287These ruin'd Pillers, out of pitty, taken

2288A loade, would sinke a Nauy, (too much Honor.)

2289O 'tis a burden Cromwel, 'tis a burden

2290Too heauy for a man, that hopes for Heauen.

2291Crom. I am glad your Grace,

2292Ha's made that right vse of it.

2293Card. I hope I haue:

2294I am able now (me thinkes)

2295(Out of a Fortitude of Soule, I feele)

2296To endure more Miseries, and greater farre

2297Then my Weake-hearted Enemies, dare offer.

2298What Newes abroad?

2299Crom. The heauiest, and the worst,

2300Is your displeasure with the King.

2301Card. God blesse him.

2302Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen

2303Lord Chancellor, in your place.

2304Card. That's somewhat sodain.

2305But he's a Learned man. May he continue

2306Long in his Highnesse fauour, and do Iustice

2307For Truths-sake, and his Conscience; that his bones,

2308When he ha's run his course, and sleepes in Blessings,

2309May haue a Tombe of Orphants teares wept on him.

2310What more?

2311Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome;

2312Install'd Lord Arch-byshop of Canterbury.

2313Card. That's Newes indeed.

2314Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne,

2315Whom the King hath in secrecie long married,

2316This day was view'd in open, as his Queene,

2317Going to Chappell: and the voyce is now

2318Onely about her Corronation.

2319Card. There was the waight that pull'd me downe.

2320O Cromwell,

2321The King ha's gone beyond me: All my Glories

2322In that one woman, I haue lost for euer.

2323No Sun, shall euer vsher forth mine Honors,

2324Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted

2325Vpon my smiles. Go get thee from me Cromwel,

2326I am a poore falne man, vnworthy now

2327To be thy Lord, and Master. Seeke the King

2328(That Sun, I pray may neuer set) I haue told him,

2329What, and how true thou art; he will aduance thee:

2330Some little memory of me, will stirre him

2331(I know his Noble Nature) not to let

2332Thy hopefull seruice perish too. Good Cromwell

2333Neglect him not; make vse now, and prouide

2334For thine owne future safety.

2335Crom. O my Lord,

2336Must I then leaue you? Must I needes forgo

2337So good, so Noble, and so true a Master?

2338Beare witnesse, all that haue not hearts of Iron,

2339With what a sorrow Cromwel leaues his Lord.

2340The King shall haue my seruice; but my prayres

2341For euer, and for euer shall be yours.

2342Card. Cromwel, I did not thinke to shed a teare

2343In all my Miseries: But thou hast forc'd me

2344(Out of thy honest truth) to play the Woman.

2345Let's dry our eyes: And thus farre heare me Cromwel,

2346And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,

2347And sleepe in dull cold Marble, where no mention

2348Of me, more must be heard of: Say I taught thee;

2349Say Wolsey, that once trod the wayes of Glory,

2350And sounded all the Depths, and Shoales of Honor,

2351Found thee a way (out of his wracke) to rise in:

2352A sure, and safe one, though thy Master mist it.

2353Marke but my Fall, and that that Ruin'd me:

2354Cromwel, I charge thee, fling away Ambition,

2355By that sinne fell the Angels: how can man then

2356(The Image of his Maker) hope to win by it?

2357Loue thy selfe last, cherish those hearts that hate thee;

2358Corruption wins not more then Honesty.

2359Still in thy right hand, carry gentle Peace

2360To silence enuious Tongues. Be iust, and feare not;

2361Let all the ends thou aym'st at, be thy Countries,

2362Thy Gods, and Truths. Then if thou fall'st (O Cromwell)

2363Thou fall'st a blessed Martyr.

2364Serue the King: And prythee leade me in:

2365There take an Inuentory of all I haue,

2366To the last peny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe,

2367And my Integrity to Heauen, is all,

2368I dare now call mine owne. O Cromwel, Cromwel,

2369Had I but seru'd my God, with halfe the Zeale

2370I seru'd my King: he would not in mine Age

2371Haue left me naked to mine Enemies.

2372Crom. Good Sir, haue patience.

2373Card. So I haue. Farewell

2374The Hopes of Court, my Hopes in Heauen do dwell.

23781 Y'are well met once againe.

23792 So are you.

23801 You come to take your stand heere, and behold

2381The Lady Anne, passe from her Corronation.