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

Love. Farewell ; I'll go and finish my dispatches.

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

Love. I must give some orders about a particular af. fair.

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

Love. I expect the tailor, about turning my coat;don't you

think this coat will look. well enough turned, and with new buttons, for a wedding suit?

Lap. For pity's sake, Sir, don't refuse me this small favor : 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 pounds, Sir; but three pounds, Sir; nay, Sir, a single guinea would be of service for a day or iwo. [As he offers to go out on either side, she intercepts him.]

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

Lap. Go to the devil, like a covetous good for nothing villain as you are. Ramile is in the right; however, I shall not quit the affair; for though I get nothing out of him, I am sure of my reward from the other side.

VI.-Cardinal Wolsey and Cromwell.-HENRY VIII.

Wol. FAREWELL, a long farewell to all iny greatness! This is the state of man ; to day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope; tomorrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon hiin; 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 shoot And 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 iny 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 tlian 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
Atmy misfortunes ? Can thy spirit wonder
A great man should decline ? Nay if you weep,
I'm falleu 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 cur'd me,
I huinbly thank his Grace; and from these shoulders,
These ruined 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 heaven!

Crom. I'm glad your grace has made that right use of it.

Wol. I hope I have: I'm able, now, methinks,
Out of a fortitude of soul I feel,
Tendure 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 bim!

Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas Moore is chosen Lord Chancellor in your place.

Wol, That's somewhat sudden-
But he's a learned man. May he continue
Long in his higliness' favour, and do justice,
For truth's sake and his conscience ; that his bones,

When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings,
May have a tomb of orphan's lears wept on him!
What inore ?

Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome ;
Installed Lord Archbishop of Canterbury,

Wol. That's news indeed !

Crom. Last, that the Lady Apne,
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 lost forever.
No sun shall ever usher forth my honours,
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 he 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 ine 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
For thine own future safely.

Crom. Oh, my lord !
Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego:
So good, so noble, and so 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,
Forever and forever 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 honest truth, to play the woman-
Let's dry our tears; 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 must more be heard-say then, I laught thee :
Say, Wolsey, that once rode the waves of glory,

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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 which ruined me.
Cromwell, I charge thee, fling 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 had 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 blessed martyr. Serve the king
And pri'thee lead me in-
There 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
The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do dwell.

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VII-Sir Charles and Lady Racket.

THREE WEEKS AFTER MARRIAGE. Lady R. OLA! I'm quite fatigued-I can hardly move- Why don't you help me you barbarvus man?

Sir C. There-take my arm-
Lady R. But I wont be laughed at I don't love you.

' Sir Č. Dont you?

Lady R. No. Dear me! This glove! Why don't you help me off with any glove ? Pshaw! You awkard thing; let it alone; you an'i 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 routs ?--You know I hate e'm.

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 humour-I lost all my money,

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

Sir C. Never fret for that I don't value three hundred pounds, io 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 gaming-|| alınost metamorphoses a woman into a fury.- Do you know that I was frighted 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 busband--a poor, inoffensive, goodnatured, good sort of a good for nothing kind of a man.- But she so teazed him“How could you play that card ? Ah, youv'e a head, and so has a pin.--You're a numskull, you know you areMa'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 inidst of the game, she begins— Lard, Ma'am, I was apprehen. sive 1 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.--I was fetching a walk, Me'em, the other morning in the Park-a fine frosty morning it was. I love frosty weather of all thingslet me look at the last trick- and so Me'em little Pom. pey-and if your ladyship was to see the dear creature pinched with the frost, mincing his steps along the Mallwith his pretty little innocent face-I vow I don't kvow what to play.-And so, Me'em, while I was talking to Captain Flimsey-your ladyship knows Captain Flimsey.

I see.

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