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Bring me a constant woman to her husband,
One that ne'er dream'd a joy beyond his pleasure,
And to that woman when she has done most,
Yet will I add an honour,-a great patience.

QUEEN KATHARINE COMPARED TO A LILY.
Like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd
I'll hang my head, and perish.

OBEDIENCE TO PRINCES.
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it: but to stubborn spirits,
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.

OUTWARD EFFECTS OF HORROR.
Some strange commotion
Is in his brain: he bites his lip, and starts;
Stops on a sudden, looks upon the ground,
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.

FIRM ALLEGIANCE.

Though perils did Abound, as thick as thought could make them, and Appear in forms more horrid; yet my duty, As doth a rock against the chiding flood, Should the approach of this wild river break, And stand unshaken yours.

EXTERNAL EFFECTS OF ANGER.

What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? Ee parted frowning from me, as if ruin Leap'd from his eyes: So looks the chafed lion Upon the daring huntsman that has gall’d him; Then makes him nothing.

FALLING GREATNESS.

Nay then, farewell! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, And, from that full meridian of my glory,

* Steps.

I haste now to my setting: I shall fall
Like a bright exhalation in the evening,
And no man see me more.

THE VICISSITUDES OF LIFE.
So farewell to the little good you bear me,
Farewell, a long farewell,

to all my grcatness!
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 easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening,--nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventur’d, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders This mary summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me; and now hast 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 ye: I feel my heart new open'd; 0, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' layours! 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; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.

CARDINAL WOLSEY'S SPEECH TO CROMWELL. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; But thou hast forc'd me 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 mc more must be heard of,--say, I taught thee, Say, Wolsey,--that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour,Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it. Mark but my fall, and that that ruin'd me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition;

By that sin sell the angels, how can man then,
The image of his Maker hope to win by't?
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee,
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and scar not.
Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's,
Thy God's and truth's; then if thou fall'st,' Crom-
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the king; (well,
And, -Proythee, 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,
Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal
I servd my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.

ACT IV.

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APPLAUSE. Such a noise arose As the shrouds make at sea in a stiff tempest, As loud, and to as many tunes: hats, cloaks, (Doublets, I think,) flew up; and had their faces Been loose, this day they had been lost. Such joy I never saw before. Great-bellied women, That had not half a week to go, like rams In the old time of war, would shake the press, And make them reel before them. No man living Could say, This is my wife, there; all were woven So strangely in one piece.

CARDINAL WOLSEY'S DEATH. At last, with easy roads,* he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his convent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gare these words,—0, father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity!

* By short stages.

So went to bed: where eagerly his sickness
Pursu'd him still; and, three nights after this,
About the hour of eight, (which he himself
Foretold, should be his last,) full of repentance,
Continual meditations, tears, and sorrows,
He
gave

his honours to the world again,
His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.

WOLSEY's viceS AND VIRTUES.
So may he rest: his faults lay gently on him!
Yet thus far, Griffith, give me leave to speak him,
And yet with charity, He was a man
Of an unbounded stomach,* ever ranking
Himself with princes; one, that by suggestion
Try'd all the kingdom: simony was fair play;
His own opinion was his law: I' the presencet
He would say untruths; and be ever double,
Both in his words and meaning: He was never,
But where he meant to ruin, pitiful:
His promises were, as he then was, mighty;
But his performance, as he is now, nothing.
Of his own body he was ill, and gave
The clergy ill example.
Grif.

Noble madam,
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues
We write in water.

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This cardinal, Though from an humble stock, undoubtedly Was fashion'd tof much honour. From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken and persuading; Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer. And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Ipswich, and Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it;

* Price † Of the king. Formed for. $ Ipswich :

The other, though unfinish’d, yet sc famous,
So excellent in art, and still so rising,
That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue,
His overthrow heapd happiness upon him;
For then, and not till then, he felt himself,
And found the blessedness of being little;
And, to add greater honours to his age
Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.

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ACT V.

MALICIOUS MEN.
Men, that make
Envy, and crooked malice, nourishment,
Dare bite the best.

À CHURCHMAN.

Love, and meekness, lord,
Become a churchman, better than ambition;
Win straying souls with modesty again
Cast none away.

INHUMANITY.
'Tis a cruelty,
To load a falling man.

ARCHBISHOP CRANMER'S PROPHECY Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter Let none think flattery, for they'll find them truth This royal infant, (heaven still move about her!) Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: She shall be (But few now living can behold that goodness,) A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed: Sheba was never More covetous of wisdom, and fair virtue, . Than this pure soul shall be: all princely graces, That mould

up such a mighty piece as this is, With all the virtues that attend the good, Shall still be doubled on her: truth shall nurse her, Holy and heavenly thoughts still counsel her:

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