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Henry VIII
Act 3, scene 2

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Two stories dominate Henry VIII: the fall of Cardinal Wolsey, Henry’s powerful advisor, and Henry’s quest to divorce Queen Katherine, who…

Prologue

Act 1, scene 1

The Duke of Buckingham, learning the details of the costly and ultimately fruitless meeting of French and English at the…

Act 1, scene 2

Queen Katherine reveals that Wolsey is heavily taxing the English in the king’s name, and Henry pronounces a pardon to…

Act 1, scene 3

Three courtiers discuss the royal proclamation against young fops who have adopted French manners and dress after returning from France….

Act 1, scene 4

At the supper, Wolsey and his guests are visited by Henry and his courtiers, all disguised as shepherds. Henry dances…

Act 2, scene 1

Buckingham, convicted of treason, is led to execution. He declares his innocence, forgives his enemies, and vows his loyalty to…

Act 2, scene 2

Norfolk, Suffolk, and the Lord Chamberlain join in denouncing Wolsey. They hold him responsible for dividing Henry from Katherine, and…

Act 2, scene 3

Anne Bullen pities Katherine, now threatened with divorce. The Lord Chamberlain enters to announce that Henry has created Anne marchioness…

Act 2, scene 4

At the trial, Katherine refuses to have the validity of her marriage judged by the church court, given Wolsey’s malice…

Act 3, scene 1

Wolsey and Campeius visit Katherine to persuade her to contest the divorce no longer.

Act 3, scene 2

Courtiers assemble to discuss Wolsey’s sudden fall from Henry’s favor, Henry’s marriage to Anne Bullen, and plans for her coronation….

Act 4, scene 1

The procession returns from Anne’s coronation, which is then described by a gentleman who was in attendance.

Act 4, scene 2

The dying Princess Dowager Katherine and her attendant Griffith provide contrasting accounts of the character of the newly dead Wolsey….

Act 5, scene 1

The new archbishop of Canterbury, Cranmer, is under attack because his religious beliefs seem heretical. The king, after receiving news…

Act 5, scene 2

Cranmer suffers the public humiliation of being locked out of a Privy Council meeting. Allowed in, he is then threatened…

Act 5, scene 3

A porter and his assistant fight to control the crowd determined to view the royal daughter’s christening.

Act 5, scene 4

At Princess Elizabeth’s christening, Cranmer prophesies a magnificent reign for the future Queen Elizabeth I and an equally successful one…

Act 5, epilogue

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Scene 2
Enter the Duke of Norfolk, Duke of Suffolk, Lord Surrey,
and Lord Chamberlain.


NORFOLK 
 If you will now unite in your complaints
 And force them with a constancy, the Cardinal

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 Cannot stand under them. If you omit
 The offer of this time, I cannot promise
5 But that you shall sustain more new disgraces
 With these you bear already.
SURREY  I am joyful
 To meet the least occasion that may give me
 Remembrance of my father-in-law the Duke,
10 To be revenged on him.
SUFFOLK  Which of the peers
 Have uncontemned gone by him, or at least
 Strangely neglected? When did he regard
 The stamp of nobleness in any person
15 Out of himself?
CHAMBERLAIN  My lords, you speak your pleasures;
 What he deserves of you and me I know;
 What we can do to him—though now the time
 Gives way to us—I much fear. If you cannot
20 Bar his access to th’ King, never attempt
 Anything on him, for he hath a witchcraft
 Over the King in ’s tongue.
NORFOLK  O, fear him not.
 His spell in that is out. The King hath found
25 Matter against him that forever mars
 The honey of his language. No, he’s settled,
 Not to come off, in his displeasure.
SURREY  Sir,
 I should be glad to hear such news as this
30 Once every hour.
NORFOLK  Believe it, this is true.
 In the divorce his contrary proceedings
 Are all unfolded, wherein he appears
 As I would wish mine enemy.
SURREY 35 How came
 His practices to light?
SUFFOLK  Most strangely.
SURREY  O, how, how?

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SUFFOLK 
 The Cardinal’s letters to the Pope miscarried
40 And came to th’ eye o’ th’ King, wherein was read
 How that the Cardinal did entreat his Holiness
 To stay the judgment o’ th’ divorce; for if
 It did take place, “I do,” quoth he, “perceive
 My king is tangled in affection to
45 A creature of the Queen’s, Lady Anne Bullen.”
SURREY 
 Has the King this?
SUFFOLK  Believe it.
SURREY  Will this work?
CHAMBERLAIN 
 The King in this perceives him how he coasts
50 And hedges his own way. But in this point
 All his tricks founder, and he brings his physic
 After his patient’s death: the King already
 Hath married the fair lady.
SURREY  Would he had!
SUFFOLK 
55 May you be happy in your wish, my lord,
 For I profess you have it.
SURREY  Now, all my joy
 Trace the conjunction!
SUFFOLK  My amen to ’t.
NORFOLK 60 All men’s.
SUFFOLK 
 There’s order given for her coronation.
 Marry, this is yet but young and may be left
 To some ears unrecounted. But, my lords,
 She is a gallant creature and complete
65 In mind and feature. I persuade me, from her
 Will fall some blessing to this land which shall
 In it be memorized.
SURREY  But will the King
 Digest this letter of the Cardinal’s?
70 The Lord forbid!

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NORFOLK  Marry, amen!
SUFFOLK  No, no.
 There be more wasps that buzz about his nose
 Will make this sting the sooner. Cardinal Campeius
75 Is stol’n away to Rome, hath ta’en no leave,
 Has left the cause o’ th’ King unhandled, and
 Is posted as the agent of our cardinal
 To second all his plot. I do assure you
 The King cried “Ha!” at this.
CHAMBERLAIN 80 Now God incense him,
 And let him cry “Ha!” louder.
NORFOLK  But, my lord,
 When returns Cranmer?
SUFFOLK 
 He is returned in his opinions, which
85 Have satisfied the King for his divorce,
 Together with all famous colleges
 Almost in Christendom. Shortly, I believe,
 His second marriage shall be published, and
 Her coronation. Katherine no more
90 Shall be called queen, but princess dowager
 And widow to Prince Arthur.
NORFOLK  This same Cranmer’s
 A worthy fellow, and hath ta’en much pain
 In the King’s business.
SUFFOLK 95 He has, and we shall see him
 For it an archbishop.
NORFOLK  So I hear.
SUFFOLK  ’Tis so.

Enter Wolsey and Cromwell, meeting.

 The Cardinal!
NORFOLK 
100 Observe, observe; he’s moody.They stand aside.
WOLSEY  The packet, Cromwell;
 Gave ’t you the King?

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CROMWELL  To his own hand, in ’s bedchamber.
WOLSEY 
 Looked he o’ th’ inside of the paper?
CROMWELL 105 Presently
 He did unseal them, and the first he viewed,
 He did it with a serious mind; a heed
 Was in his countenance. You he bade
 Attend him here this morning.
WOLSEY 110 Is he ready
 To come abroad?
CROMWELL I think by this he is.
WOLSEY Leave me awhile.Cromwell exits.
 Aside. It shall be to the Duchess of Alençon,
115 The French king’s sister; he shall marry her.
 Anne Bullen? No, I’ll no Anne Bullens for him.
 There’s more in ’t than fair visage. Bullen?
 No, we’ll no Bullens. Speedily I wish
 To hear from Rome. The Marchioness of Pembroke!
NORFOLK 
120 He’s discontented.
SUFFOLK  Maybe he hears the King
 Does whet his anger to him.
SURREY  Sharp enough,
 Lord, for thy justice!
WOLSEY, aside 
125 The late queen’s gentlewoman, a knight’s daughter,
 To be her mistress’ mistress? The Queen’s queen?
 This candle burns not clear. ’Tis I must snuff it;
 Then out it goes. What though I know her virtuous
 And well-deserving? Yet I know her for
130 A spleeny Lutheran, and not wholesome to
 Our cause that she should lie i’ th’ bosom of
 Our hard-ruled king. Again, there is sprung up
 An heretic, an arch-one, Cranmer, one

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 Hath crawled into the favor of the King
135 And is his oracle.
NORFOLK  He is vexed at something.
SURREY 
 I would ’twere something that would fret the string,
 The master-cord on ’s heart.
SUFFOLK  The King, the King!

Enter King, reading of a schedule, with Lovell
and Attendants.


KING 
140 What piles of wealth hath he accumulated
 To his own portion! And what expense by th’ hour
 Seems to flow from him! How i’ th’ name of thrift
 Does he rake this together? Seeing the nobles. Now,
 my lords,
145 Saw you the Cardinal?
NORFOLK, indicating Wolsey  My lord, we have
 Stood here observing him. Some strange commotion
 Is in his brain. He bites his lip, and starts,
 Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
150 Then lays his finger on his temple, straight
 Springs out into fast gait, then stops again,
 Strikes his breast hard, and anon he casts
 His eye against the moon. In most strange postures
 We have seen him set himself.
KING 155 It may well be
 There is a mutiny in ’s mind. This morning
 Papers of state he sent me to peruse,
 As I required, and wot you what I found?
 There—on my conscience, put unwittingly—
160 Forsooth, an inventory, thus importing
 The several parcels of his plate, his treasure,
 Rich stuffs and ornaments of household, which
 I find at such proud rate that it outspeaks
 Possession of a subject.

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NORFOLK 165 It’s heaven’s will!
 Some spirit put this paper in the packet
 To bless your eye withal.
KING, studying Wolsey  If we did think
 His contemplation were above the Earth
170 And fixed on spiritual object, he should still
 Dwell in his musings, but I am afraid
 His thinkings are below the moon, not worth
 His serious considering.
King takes his seat, whispers Lovell,
who goes to the Cardinal.

WOLSEY  Heaven forgive me!
175 Ever God bless your Highness.
KING  Good my lord,
 You are full of heavenly stuff and bear the inventory
 Of your best graces in your mind, the which
 You were now running o’er. You have scarce time
180 To steal from spiritual leisure a brief span
 To keep your earthly audit. Sure, in that
 I deem you an ill husband, and am glad
 To have you therein my companion.
WOLSEY  Sir,
185 For holy offices I have a time; a time
 To think upon the part of business which
 I bear i’ th’ state; and Nature does require
 Her times of preservation, which perforce
 I, her frail son, amongst my brethren mortal,
190 Must give my tendance to.
KING  You have said well.
WOLSEY 
 And ever may your Highness yoke together,
 As I will lend you cause, my doing well
 With my well saying.
KING 195 ’Tis well said again,
 And ’tis a kind of good deed to say well.
 And yet words are no deeds. My father loved you;

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 He said he did, and with his deed did crown
 His word upon you. Since I had my office
200 I have kept you next my heart, have not alone
 Employed you where high profits might come home,
 But pared my present havings to bestow
 My bounties upon you.
WOLSEY, aside  What should this mean?
SURREY, aside 
205 The Lord increase this business!
KING  Have I not made you
 The prime man of the state? I pray you tell me
 If what I now pronounce you have found true;
 And, if you may confess it, say withal
210 If you are bound to us or no. What say you?
WOLSEY 
 My sovereign, I confess your royal graces,
 Showered on me daily, have been more than could
 My studied purposes requite, which went
 Beyond all man’s endeavors. My endeavors
215 Have ever come too short of my desires,
 Yet filed with my abilities. Mine own ends
 Have been mine so, that evermore they pointed
 To th’ good of your most sacred person and
 The profit of the state. For your great graces
220 Heaped upon me, poor undeserver, I
 Can nothing render but allegiant thanks,
 My prayers to heaven for you, my loyalty,
 Which ever has and ever shall be growing
 Till death—that winter—kill it.
KING 225 Fairly answered.
 A loyal and obedient subject is
 Therein illustrated. The honor of it
 Does pay the act of it, as, i’ th’ contrary,
 The foulness is the punishment. I presume
230 That, as my hand has opened bounty to you,
 My heart dropped love, my power rained honor, more

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 On you than any, so your hand and heart,
 Your brain, and every function of your power
 Should—notwithstanding that your bond of duty
235 As ’twere in love’s particular—be more
 To me, your friend, than any.
WOLSEY  I do profess
 That for your Highness’ good I ever labored
 More than mine own, that am, have, and will be—
240 Though all the world should crack their duty to you
 And throw it from their soul, though perils did
 Abound as thick as thought could make ’em, and
 Appear in forms more horrid—yet my duty,
 As doth a rock against the chiding flood,
245 Should the approach of this wild river break,
 And stand unshaken yours.
KING  ’Tis nobly spoken.—
 Take notice, lords: he has a loyal breast,
 For you have seen him open ’t.
He hands Wolsey papers.
250 Read o’er this,
 And after, this; and then to breakfast with
 What appetite you have.
King exits, frowning upon the Cardinal;
the nobles throng after him smiling
and whispering, and exit.

WOLSEY  What should this mean?
 What sudden anger’s this? How have I reaped it?
255 He parted frowning from me, as if ruin
 Leaped from his eyes. So looks the chafèd lion
 Upon the daring huntsman that has galled him,
 Then makes him nothing. I must read this paper—
 I fear, the story of his anger.
He reads one of the papers.
260 ’Tis so.
 This paper has undone me. ’Tis th’ accompt
 Of all that world of wealth I have drawn together

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 For mine own ends—indeed, to gain the popedom
 And fee my friends in Rome. O negligence,
265 Fit for a fool to fall by! What cross devil
 Made me put this main secret in the packet
 I sent the King? Is there no way to cure this?
 No new device to beat this from his brains?
 I know ’twill stir him strongly; yet I know
270 A way, if it take right, in spite of fortune
 Will bring me off again.He looks at another paper.
 What’s this? “To th’ Pope”?
 The letter, as I live, with all the business
 I writ to ’s Holiness. Nay then, farewell!
275 I have touched the highest point of all my greatness,
 And from that full meridian of my glory
 I haste now to my setting. I shall fall
 Like a bright exhalation in the evening
 And no man see me more.

Enter to Wolsey the Dukes of Norfolk and Suffolk, the
Earl of Surrey, and the Lord Chamberlain.


NORFOLK 
280 Hear the King’s pleasure, cardinal, who commands
 you
 To render up the great seal presently
 Into our hands, and to confine yourself
 To Asher House, my Lord of Winchester’s,
285 Till you hear further from his Highness.
WOLSEY  Stay.
 Where’s your commission, lords? Words cannot carry
 Authority so weighty.
SUFFOLK  Who dare cross ’em,
290 Bearing the King’s will from his mouth expressly?
WOLSEY 
 Till I find more than will or words to do it—
 I mean your malice—know, officious lords,
 I dare and must deny it. Now I feel

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 Of what coarse metal you are molded, envy;
295 How eagerly you follow my disgraces,
 As if it fed you, and how sleek and wanton
 You appear in everything may bring my ruin.
 Follow your envious courses, men of malice;
 You have Christian warrant for ’em, and no doubt
300 In time will find their fit rewards. That seal
 You ask with such a violence, the King,
 Mine and your master, with his own hand gave me;
 Bade me enjoy it, with the place and honors,
 During my life; and to confirm his goodness,
305 Tied it by letters patents. Now, who’ll take it?
SURREY 
 The King that gave it.
WOLSEY  It must be himself, then.
SURREY 
 Thou art a proud traitor, priest.
WOLSEY  Proud lord, thou liest.
310 Within these forty hours Surrey durst better
 Have burnt that tongue than said so.
SURREY  Thy ambition,
 Thou scarlet sin, robbed this bewailing land
 Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law.
315 The heads of all thy brother cardinals,
 With thee and all thy best parts bound together,
 Weighed not a hair of his. Plague of your policy!
 You sent me Deputy for Ireland,
 Far from his succor, from the King, from all
320 That might have mercy on the fault thou gav’st him,
 Whilst your great goodness, out of holy pity,
 Absolved him with an ax.
WOLSEY  This, and all else
 This talking lord can lay upon my credit,
325 I answer, is most false. The Duke by law
 Found his deserts. How innocent I was
 From any private malice in his end,

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 His noble jury and foul cause can witness.—
 If I loved many words, lord, I should tell you
330 You have as little honesty as honor,
 That in the way of loyalty and truth
 Toward the King, my ever royal master,
 Dare mate a sounder man than Surrey can be,
 And all that love his follies.
SURREY 335 By my soul,
 Your long coat, priest, protects you; thou shouldst feel
 My sword i’ th’ life blood of thee else.—My lords,
 Can you endure to hear this arrogance?
 And from this fellow? If we live thus tamely,
340 To be thus jaded by a piece of scarlet,
 Farewell, nobility. Let his Grace go forward
 And dare us with his cap, like larks.
WOLSEY  All goodness
 Is poison to thy stomach.
SURREY 345 Yes, that goodness
 Of gleaning all the land’s wealth into one,
 Into your own hands, card’nal, by extortion;
 The goodness of your intercepted packets
 You writ to th’ Pope against the King. Your goodness,
350 Since you provoke me, shall be most notorious.—
 My Lord of Norfolk, as you are truly noble,
 As you respect the common good, the state
 Of our despised nobility, our issues,
 Whom, if he live, will scarce be gentlemen,
355 Produce the grand sum of his sins, the articles
 Collected from his life.—I’ll startle you
 Worse than the sacring bell when the brown wench
 Lay kissing in your arms, Lord Cardinal.
WOLSEY 
 How much, methinks, I could despise this man,
360 But that I am bound in charity against it!
NORFOLK 
 Those articles, my lord, are in the King’s hand;
 But thus much, they are foul ones.

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WOLSEY  So much fairer
 And spotless shall mine innocence arise
365 When the King knows my truth.
SURREY  This cannot save you.
 I thank my memory I yet remember
 Some of these articles, and out they shall.
 Now, if you can blush and cry “Guilty,” cardinal,
370 You’ll show a little honesty.
WOLSEY  Speak on, sir.
 I dare your worst objections. If I blush,
 It is to see a nobleman want manners.
SURREY 
 I had rather want those than my head. Have at you:
375 First, that without the King’s assent or knowledge,
 You wrought to be a legate, by which power
 You maimed the jurisdiction of all bishops.
NORFOLK 
 Then, that in all you writ to Rome, or else
 To foreign princes, “ego et rex meus”
380 Was still inscribed, in which you brought the King
 To be your servant.
SUFFOLK  Then, that without the knowledge
 Either of king or council, when you went
 Ambassador to the Emperor, you made bold
385 To carry into Flanders the great seal.
SURREY 
 Item, you sent a large commission
 To Gregory de Cassado, to conclude,
 Without the King’s will or the state’s allowance,
 A league between his Highness and Ferrara.
SUFFOLK 
390 That out of mere ambition you have caused
 Your holy hat to be stamped on the King’s coin.
SURREY 
 Then, that you have sent innumerable substance—
 By what means got I leave to your own conscience—

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 To furnish Rome and to prepare the ways
395 You have for dignities, to the mere undoing
 Of all the kingdom. Many more there are
 Which, since they are of you, and odious,
 I will not taint my mouth with.
CHAMBERLAIN  O, my lord,
400 Press not a falling man too far! ’Tis virtue.
 His faults lie open to the laws; let them,
 Not you, correct him. My heart weeps to see him
 So little of his great self.
SURREY  I forgive him.
SUFFOLK 
405 Lord Cardinal, the King’s further pleasure is—
 Because all those things you have done of late
 By your power legative within this kingdom
 Fall into th’ compass of a praemunire
 That therefore such a writ be sued against you,
410 To forfeit all your goods, lands, tenements,
 Chattels, and whatsoever, and to be
 Out of the King’s protection. This is my charge.
NORFOLK 
 And so we’ll leave you to your meditations
 How to live better. For your stubborn answer
415 About the giving back the great seal to us,
 The King shall know it and, no doubt, shall thank
 you.
 So, fare you well, my little good Lord Cardinal.
WOLSEY 
 So, farewell to the little good you bear me.
All but Wolsey exit.
420 Farewell? A long farewell to all my greatness!
 This is the state of man: today he puts forth
 The tender leaves of hopes; tomorrow blossoms
 And bears his blushing honors thick upon him;
 The third day comes a frost, a killing frost,
425 And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely

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 His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root,
 And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured,
 Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
 This many summers in a sea of glory,
430 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 this world, I hate you.
435 I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched
 Is that poor man that hangs on princes’ favors!
 There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to,
 That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,
 More pangs and fears than wars or women have;
440 And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer,
 Never to hope again.

Enter Cromwell, standing amazed.

 Why, how now, Cromwell?
CROMWELL 
 I have no power to speak, sir.
WOLSEY  What, amazed
445 At my misfortunes? Can thy spirit wonder
 A great man should decline? Nay, an you weep,
 I am fall’n indeed.
CROMWELL  How does your Grace?
WOLSEY  Why, well.
450 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 cured me—
 I humbly thank his Grace—and from these shoulders,
455 These ruined pillars, out of pity, taken
 A load would sink a navy: too much honor.
 O, ’tis a burden, Cromwell, ’tis a burden
 Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven.

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CROMWELL 
 I am glad your Grace has made that right use of it.
WOLSEY 
460 I hope I have. I am able now, methinks,
 Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,
 To endure more miseries and greater far
 Than my weak-hearted enemies dare offer.
 What news abroad?
CROMWELL 465 The heaviest and the worst
 Is your displeasure with the King.
WOLSEY  God bless him.
CROMWELL 
 The next is that Sir Thomas More is chosen
 Lord Chancellor in your place.
WOLSEY 470 That’s somewhat sudden.
 But he’s a learnèd man. May he continue
 Long in his Highness’ favor and do justice
 For truth’s sake and his conscience, that his bones,
 When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings,
475 May have a tomb of orphans’ tears wept on him.
 What more?
CROMWELL  That Cranmer is returned with welcome,
 Installed Lord Archbishop of Canterbury.
WOLSEY 
 That’s news indeed.
CROMWELL 480 Last, that the Lady Anne,
 Whom the King hath in secrecy long married,
 This day was viewed in open as his queen,
 Going to chapel, and the voice is now
 Only about her coronation.
WOLSEY 
485 There was the weight that pulled me down.
 O Cromwell,
 The King has gone beyond me. All my glories
 In that one woman I have lost forever.

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 No sun shall ever usher forth mine honors,
490 Or gild again the noble troops that waited
 Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell.
 I am a poor fall’n man, unworthy now
 To be thy lord and master. Seek the King;
 That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him
495 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. Good Cromwell,
 Neglect him not. Make use now, and provide
500 For thine own future safety.
CROMWELL, weeping  O, my lord,
 Must I then leave you? Must I needs forgo
 So good, so noble, and so true a master?
 Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron,
505 With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord.
 The King shall have my service, but my prayers
 Forever and forever shall be yours.
WOLSEY, weeping 
 Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
 In all my miseries, but thou hast forced me,
510 Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman.
 Let’s dry our eyes. And thus far hear me, Cromwell,
 And when I am forgotten, as I shall be,
 And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention
 Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee;
515 Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory
 And sounded all the depths and shoals of honor,
 Found thee a way, out of his wrack, to rise in,
 A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.
 Mark but my fall and that that ruined me.
520 Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition!
 By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then,
 The image of his maker, hope to win by it?

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Henry VIII
ACT 3. SC. 2

 Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee.
 Corruption wins not more than honesty.
525 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, O Cromwell,
 Thou fall’st a blessèd martyr.
530 Serve the King. And, prithee, lead me in.
 There take an inventory of all I have
 To the last penny; ’tis the King’s. My robe
 And my integrity to heaven is all
 I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell,
535 Had I but served my God with half the zeal
 I served my king, He would not in mine age
 Have left me naked to mine enemies.
CROMWELL 
 Good sir, have patience.
WOLSEY  So I have. Farewell,
540 The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do dwell.
They exit.