When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome ; Crom. Last, that the Lady Anne, Whom the king hath in secrecy long married, Only about her coronation. Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down: 0 The king has gone beyond me; all my glories No sun shall ever usher forth my honours, Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; To be thy lord and master, seek the king- (I know his noble nature) not to let Thy hopeful service perish too. Good Cromwell; Crom. Oh, my lord! Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego. Wol. Cromwell-I did not think to shed a tear Let's dry our tears; and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Still in thy right had carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not. And pri'thee lead me in There take an inventory of all I have; To the last penny, 'tis the king's. My robe, I dare now call my own. Oh, Cromwell, Cromwell! I serv'd my king-he would not in mine age Crom. Good Sir, have patience. The hopes of court! My hopes in heaven do dwell. VII.-Sir Charles and Lady Racket. THREE WEEKS AFTER MARRIAGE. Lady R. O LA! I'm quite fatigued-I can hardly move- -Why don't you help me you barbarous man? Sir C. There-take my arm Lady R. But I wont be laughed at-I don't love you. Sir C. Dont you? Lady R. No. Dear me! This glove! Why don't you help me off with my glove? Pshaw! You awkard thing; let it alone; you an'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 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, 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 gaming-It almost 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 hus band-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, I see. -my 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 1 should not be able to wait on your ladyshippoor 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 fros ty morning it was. I love frosty weather of all thingslet me look at the last trick-and so Me'em little Pompey-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 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.nd so, Me'em, five odious frights of dogs beset my poor ttle Pompey-the dear creature has the heart of a lion; ut who can resist five at once?-And so Pompey barked r assistance the hurt he received was upon his cheste doctor would not advise him to venture out till the ound is healed, for fear of an inflamation. Pray what's umps? Sir C. My dear, you'd make a most excellent actress. Lady R. Well, now, lets go to rest-but, Sir Charles, ow shockingly you play'd that last rubber, when I stood oking over you! Sir C. My love, I play'd the truth of the game. Lady R. No, indeed my dear, you played it wrong, Lady R. I beg your pardon, I'm allowed to play better Sir C. All conceit, my dear! I was perfectly right. Lady R. No such thing, Sir Charles; the diamond was ne play. Sir C. Po! Po! Ridiculous! The club was the card, a- Lady R. Oh! No, no, no-I say it was the diamond. Lady R. What do you fly into such a passion for? Sir C. Death and fury, Do you think I don't know hat I'm about? I tell you once more, the club was the dgment of it. Lady R. May be so have it your own way. Sir C. Vexation! You're the strangest woman that evlived; there's no conversing with you.-Look ye here, y Lady Racket- 'tis the clearest case in the worldmake it plain in a moment. Lady R. Well, Sir; ha, ha, ha! ere six -- Sir C. I had four cards left-a trump had ledthey -no, no, no-they were seven, and we nine then, you know the beauty of the play was toLady R. Well, now, 'tis amazing to me that you can't e it. Give me leave, Sir Charles--your left hand adersary had led his last trump-and he had before finessed e club, and roughed the diamond--now if you had put n your diamond Sir C. But, Madam, we played for the odd trick. Sir C. Here me, I say. Will you hear me? tience of a Stoic. Sir C. Why then you are enough to provoke the pa Very well, madam! You know no more of the game than your father's leaden Hercules on the top of the house. You know no more of whist than he does of gardening. Lady R. Ha, ha, ha! Sir C. You're a vile woman, and I'll not sleep another night under one roof with you. Lady R. As you please, Sir. Sir C. Madam, it shall be as I please-I'll order my chariot this moment. [Going] I know how the cards should be played as well as any man in England, that let me tell you-Going] And when your family were standing behind counters, measuring out tape, and bartering for Whitechapel needless, my ancestors, my ancestors, Mad am, were squandering away whole estates, at cards; whole estates, my lady Racket-[She hums a tune.] Why, then, by all that's dear to me, I'll never exchange another word with you, good, bad, or indifferent. Look ye, my lady Racket-thus it stood- the trump being led, it was then my business Lady R. To play the diamond, to be sure. Sir C. I have done with you forever; and so you may tell your father. Lady R. What a passion the gentleman is in! Ha! bal I promise him I'll not give up my judgment. Reenter Sir Charles. Sir C. My lady Racket-look'ye, Ma'am, once more out of pure goód nature Lady R. Sir, I am convinced of your good nature. Sir C. That, and that only, prevails with me to tell you the club was the play. Lady R. Well, be it so-I have no objection. Sir C. 'Tis the clearest point in the word we were nine, and |