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you had the leaft friendship for me-You can't imagine, Sir, the pleasure she takes in talking of you : [He looks pleased.] Ah ! how you will delight her, how your venerable mien will charm her! She will never be able to withstand you But indeed, Sir, this law-suit will be a terrible consequence to me: (He looks grade again.] I am ruined, if I lose it ; which a very small matter might prevent--Ah! Sir, had you but seen the raptures with which she has heard me talk of you. [He refumes his gaiety.] How pleasure sparkled in her eyes at the recital of your good qualities ! In short, to discover a secret to you, which I promised to conceal, I have worked up her imagination, till she is downright impatient of having the match concluded.

Love. Lappet, you have acted a very friendly part ; and I own that I have all the obligations in the world

Lap. I beg you would give me this little assistance, Sir : [He looks serious.] It will set me on my feet, and I Ihall be eternally obliged to you.

Love. Farewel : I'll go and finish my dispatches.

Lap. I assure you, Sir, you could never aflitt me in a greater necessity.

Love. I must go give some orders about a particular affair.

Lap. I would not importune you, Sir; if I was not forced by the last extremity.

Love. I expect the taylor about turning my coat: don't you think this coat will look well enough turned, and with new buttons, for a wedding-fuit?

Lap. For pity's fake, Sir, don't refuse me this small favour; I shall be undone indeed, Sir. If it were but so small a matter as ten pounds, Sir-

Love. I think I hear the tailor's voice.

Lap. If it were but five pound, Sir; but three pound, Sir; nay, Sir, a single guinea would be of service for a day or two. [ As he offers to go out on either side, she in. torcepts him.)

Love. I must go, I can't stay-hark, there ! Somebody calls me. I am very much obliged to you, indeed; I am very much obliged to you.

[Exit. Lap. Go to the devil like a covetous good-for

nothing

Rothing villain as you are. Ramilie is in the right: however, shall not quit the affair ; for, though I get nothing out of him, I am sure of iny reward from the other fide.

VI. Cardinal Wolfey and Cromwell. W. FARE.WEL, a long farewel to all my greatness!

This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope ; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him ; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good ealy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips bis ThootAnd then he falls, as I do. I have ventur’d, Like little wanton boys that swiin on bladders, These many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blowi pride At length broke under me; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy, Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of the world, I hate ye! I feel my heart new open’d. Oh, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile he would aspire to, That sweet regard of princes, and his ruin,

and fears than war or women have; And wlien he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.

[Enter Cromwell Why, how now, Cromwell ?

Cröm. I have no power to speak, Sir.

Wol. What, amaz’d
At my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder
A great man should decline ? Nay, if you weep,
I'm fallen indeed.

Crom. How does your Grace?

Wol. Why, well;
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
I know myself now,

and I feel within me
A peace above all earthly dignities;
A still and quiet conscience. The King has chr'd me,
I humbly thank lis Grace; and, from these houlders,

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More pangs

These ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken
A load would sink a navy, too much honour.
Oh, 'tis a burden, Cromwell, 'tis a burden,
Too heavy for a man that hopes for heav'n!
Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use

of it.
Wol. I hope I have : I'ın able now, methinks,
Out of a fortitude of foul I feel,
T'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 fake 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 him!
What more?

Grom. That Cranmer is return’d with welcome ;
Inftall'd Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.

Wol. That's news indeed !

Crom. Laft,--that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in secrecy long married, This day was view'd in open as his Queen, Going to chapel; and the voice is now Only about her coronation. Wol. There was the weight that pulld me down : 0

Cromwell! The King has gone beyond me : all my glories In that one woman I have lot for ever. No sun shall ever usher forth my honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwells I am a poor fall’n man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master. Seek the King(That fun I pray may never fet !)-I've told him What and how true thou art : he will advance thee:

Some

Some little memory of me will ftir him
(I know his noble nature) not to let
Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell,
Neglect him not : make use now, and provide
For thine own future safety.

Crom. Oh my Lord !
Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego
So good, so noble, and fo true a master!
Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his Lord !
The King shall have my service ; but my prayers
For ever, and for ever, shall be yours.

Wol, Cromwell-I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries-but thou hast forc'd me,
Out of thy honeft truth, to play the woman-
Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell :
And when I am forgotten, as 1 shall be,
And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention >
Of me muft more be heard--say then, I taught thee:
Say, Wolsey, that once rode the waves of glory,
And founded all the depths and shoals of honour,
Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in ;
A fure and fafe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Mark but my fall, and that which ruin'd me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition :
By that fin fell the angels : how can man, then,
(Though th' image of his Maker) hope to win by't ?
Love thyself laft: cherish those hearts that wait thee :
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not.
Let all the ends thou aim'lt at, be thy Country's,
Thy God's, and Truth's: then, if thou fall’ft, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'ft a blessed martyr. Serve the King-
And pr’ythee lead me in-
There take an inventory of all I have :
To the last peany, 'tis the King's. My robe,
And my integrity to Heav'n, is all
I dare now call mine own. Oh Cromwell, Cromwell!
Had I but serv’d my God with half the zeal
I serv'd my king-he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies,
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Crom. Good Sir, have patience.

Wol. So I have. Farewel The hopes of court !-My hopes in heaven do dwell.

VII. Sir Charles and Lady Racket, Lady R. OLA !—I'm quite fatigued- I can hardly

move- -why don't you help me, you barbarous man?

Sir G. There : take my arm

Lady R. But I won't be laugh'd at- I don't love you.

Sir G. Don't you?

Lady R. No. Dear me!-this glove !-why don't you help me off with my glove |--Pshaw! you awkward thing : let it alone : you an't fit to be about me.-Reach me a chair---you have no compassion for me.

alam fo glad to fit down-Why do you drag me to routs !You know I hate 'em.

Sir C. Oh! there's no existing, no breathing, unlefs one does as other people of fashion do.

Lady R. But I'm out of humour I lost all my moзеу. .

Sir G. How much?
Lady R. Three hundred.

Sir G. Never fret for that I don't value three hundred pounds to contribute to your happiness.

Lady R. Don't you !--Not value three hundred pounds to please me?

Sir C. You know I don't.

Lady R. Ah! you fond fool! But I hate gamingIt almost metamorphofes a woman into a fury-Do you know that I was frighted at myself several times to-night I had a huge oath at the very tip of my tongue. Sir G. Had ye

e ? Lady R. I caught myself at itand fo I bit my lips. And then I was.crammed up in a corner of the room with such a strange party at a whist table, looking at black and red spots did you mind 'em !

Sir.C. You know I was busy ellewhere.

Lady R. There was that firange unaccountable woman Mrs NightshadeShe behaved so strangely to her halband-a poor, inoffensive, good-natured, good fort of

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