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Love. I must go, I can't stay hark, there! Somebody calls me-I am very much obliged to you, indeed; I am much obliged to you.
Lap. Go to the devil, like a covetous good for nothing villain as you are. Ramilie is in the right; however, I shall not quit the affair; for though I get nothing out of him, I am sure of iny reward from the other side.
VI.-Cardinal Wolsey and Cromwell. Wol. FAREWELL, a long farewell to all my greatness ! This is the state of man; to day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; tomorrow blossoins, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day.comes a frost, a killing frost, Arid when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, nips his shootAnd then he falls, as I do. I have ventur’d, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, These many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth; my high blown 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 forever 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, More pangs
and fears than war or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
[Enter Cromwell. Why, how now, Cromwell!
Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir.
Wol. What, amaz'd : At
my misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder
These ruined pillars, out of pity taken
Wol. I hope I have: I'm able, now, methinks,
Crom. The heaviest and the worst
Wol. God bless him !
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden-
Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome;
Wol. That's news indeed !
Crom. Last, that the lady Anne,
Neglect 'him not; make use now and provide
Crom. Oh, my lord !
Wol. Cromwell I did not think to shed a tear
Cromwell; And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me must more be heard—say then I taught thee: Say, Wolsey, that once rode the waves of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a'way, out of his wreck, toʻrise in'; A sure and safe one, though thy master`iniss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that which ruined me. Cromwell, I charge thee, Aling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, (Though the image of his Maker) hope to win by't? Love thyself last; 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'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, Cromwell, Thou fall’st a blessed martyr. Serve the kingAnd prithee lead me inThere take an inventory of all I have; To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, And mine integrity to heaven is all I dare now call my 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.
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have. Farewell
VI.--Sir Charles and Lady Racket.
-Why don't you help me you barbarous man?
you. Sir C. 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 au't fit to be about me. Reach me a chair-you have no compassion for me I am so glad to sit down-Why do you drag me to rouls !-You know I hate 'em.
Sir C. Oh! There's no existing, no breathing, unless one does. as other people of fashion do.
Lady R. But I'm out of humor-1 lost all my money.
Sir C. 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 poundsto please me?
Sir C. You know I don't.
Lady R. Ah! You fond fool !-But I hate gaming-It almost metamorphoses a woman into a fury.-Do you know that I was frightened at myself several times tonight? I had a huge oath at the very tip of my tongue.
Sir C. Had you ?
Lady R. I caught myself at it—and so 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 elsewhere,
Lady R. There was that strange unaccountable woman, Mrs. Nightshade. She behaved so strangely to her husband--a poor, inoffensive, good natured, good sort of a good for nothing kind of a man.-But she so teazed him “How could you play that card ? Ah, you've a head, and so has a pin.-You're a numskull, you know you arem- -Ma'am he's the poorest head in the world ;-he does not know what he is about; you know you don't--Ah, fie! I'm asham'd of you !" Sir C. She has served to divert
you, Lady R. And then to crown all there was my lady Clackit, who runs on with an eternal volubility of nothing,
out of all season, time and place. In the very midst of the game, she begins-" Lard, Ma'am, I was apprehensive I should not be able to wait on your ladyship-my poor little dog, Pompey--the sweetest thing in the world ! -A spade led! There's the knave.- was fetching a walk, Me’em, the other morning in the Park A fine frosty morning it was. I love frosty weather of all things—let me look at the last trick and so Me’em, little Pompey-and if your ladyship was to see the dear creature pinched with ihe frost, and mincing his steps along the Mall --with his pretty little innocent face--- I vow I don't know what to play:—And so, Me'em, while I was talking to Captain Flimsey—your ladyship knows Captain Flimsey. Nothing but rubbish in my hand !-I can't help it.-And so, Me'em, five odious frights of dogs beset my poor little Pompey-the dear creature has the heart of a lion; but who can resist five at once ?-And so Pompey barked for
assistance the hurt he received was upon his chest--the doctor would not advise him to venture out 'till the wound is healed, for fear of an inflammation. Pray what's trumps ?"
Sir C. My dear, you'd make a most excellent actress.
Lady R. Well, now, let's go to rest-but, Sir Charles, how shockingly you played that last rubber, when I stood looking over you !
Sir C. My love, I played the truth of the game.
Lady R. No such thing, Sir Charles; the diamond was the play.
Sir C. Po! Po! Ridiculous! The club was the card, against the world.
Lady R. Oh! No, no, no- -I say it was the diamond.
Sir C. Death and fury ! do you think I don't know what I'm about? I tell you once more, the club was the judge ment of it.
Lady R. May be so-have it your own way.
Sir C. Vexation! You're the strangest woman that ever lived; there's no conversing with you,--Look ye here, my