Jub. Syphax, I've promis'd to preferve my temper; Why wilt thou urge me to confefs a flame I long have ftifled, and would fain conceal? Sypb. Believe me, prince, tho hard to conquer love, Syph. How does your tongue grow wanton in her praise! Wol. F WOLSEY and CROMWELL. AREWELL, a long farewell to all my greatness! The tender leaves of hope; to-morrow bloffoms Vain pomp and glory of the world I hate you! Never to rife again. Why, how now, Cromwell? [Enter Cromwell. Crom. I have not power to fpeak, Sir, At my misfortunes? Can thy fpirit wonder Crom. How does your grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. A peace, above all earthly dignities; A ftill and quiet confcience. The king has cured me; A load would fink a navy, too much honor. O, 'tis a burthen, Cromwell, 'tis a burthen, Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven! Crom. I'm glad your grace has made that right use of it. Out of a fortitude of foul I feel, To endure more miferies, and greater far, Than my weak hearted enemies dare offer. What news abroad? Crom. The heavieft and the worst, Is your difpleafure with the king. Wol. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor, in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden But he's a learned man. May he continue Long in his highne fs' favor, and do justice, For truth's fake and his confcience; that his bones, Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome, Install'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury. Wol. That's news indeed! Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne, Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, Only about her Coronation, (Cromwell, Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down: O 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, (I know his noble nature) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Go Cromwell, For thy own future safety. Crom. O my lord, and provide Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear 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: By that sin fell the angels; how can man then Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, And prithee lead me in 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. ΤΗ HAT you have wrong'd me doth appear in this, For taking bribes here of the Sardinians; Wherein my letter (praying on his side, Bru. You, wrong'd yourself to write in such a case. Cas. I an itching palm! You know that you are Brutus that speaks this, 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, Cas. Brutus, bay not me. I'll not endure it; you forgot yourself, Bru. 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. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is it possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall be frighted when a madman stares? Cas. Must I endure all this ? [breaks. Bru. All this? ay more. Fret till your proud heart Go tell your servants how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say you are a better soldier. Let it appear so; make your vaunting trus 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, BruI said an elder søldier, not a better: Did I say a better? Bru. If you did, I care not. (tus, |