Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1613 [Jun] (Annals) history · King's Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 518 words
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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 for ever. No Sun, shall ever usher forth mine Honours, Or gild again the Noble Troops that weighted 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, 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 For thine own future safety. 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, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his Lord. The King shall have my service; but my prayers For ever, and for ever shall be yours. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my Miseries: But thou hast forced 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 me, more must be heard of: Say I taught thee; Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of Glory, And sounded all the Depths, and Shoales of Honour, 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: 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? 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 fear not; Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy Countries, Thy Gods, and Truths. Then if thou fallest (O Cromwell) Thou fallest a blessed Martyr. Serve the King: And prithee lead me in: There take an Inventory of all I have, To the last penny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe, And my Integrity to Heaven, is all, I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, 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. Good Sir, have patience. So I have. Farewell The Hopes of Court, my Hopes in Heaven do dwell. YE are well met once again. So are you. You come to take your stand here, and behold The Lady Anne, pass from her Coronation. 'Tis all my business. At our last encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his Trial. 'Tis very true. But that time offered sorrow, This general joy.
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There was the waight that pull'd me downe. O Cromwell, The King ha's gone beyond me: All my Glories In that one woman, I haue loſt for euer. No Sun, ſhall euer vſher forth mine Honors, Or gilde againe the Noble Troopes that waighted Vpon my ſmiles. Go get thee from me Cromwel, I am a poore falne man, vnworthy now To be thy Lord, and Maſter. Seeke the King (That Sun, I pray may neuer ſet) I haue told him, What, and how true thou art; he will aduance thee: Some little memory of me, will ſtirre him (I know his Noble Nature) not to let Thy hopefull ſeruice periſh too. Good Cromwell Neglect him not; make vſe now, and prouide For thine owne future ſafety. O my Lord, Muſt I then leaue you? Muſt I needes forgo So good, ſo Noble, and ſo true a Maſter? Beare witneſſe, all that haue not hearts of Iron, With what a ſorrow Cromwel leaues his Lord. The King ſhall haue my ſeruice; but my prayres For euer, and for euer ſhall be yours. Cromwel, I did not thinke to ſhed a teare 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 farre heare me Cromwel, And when I am forgotten, as I ſhall be, And ſleepe in dull cold Marble, where no mention Of me, more muſt be heard of: Say I taught thee; Say Wolſey, that once trod the wayes of Glory, And ſounded all the Depths, and Shoales of Honor, Found thee a way (out of his wracke) to riſe in: A ſure, and ſafe one, though thy Maſter miſt it. Marke but my Fall, and that that Ruin'd me: Cromwel, I charge thee, fling away Ambition, By that ſinne fell the Angels: how can man then (The Image of his Maker) hope to win by it? Loue thy ſelfe laſt, cheriſh thoſe hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more then Honeſty. Still in thy right hand, carry gentle Peace To ſilence enuious Tongues. Be iuſt, and feare not; Let all the ends thou aym'ſt at, be thy Countries, Thy Gods, and Truths. Then if thou fall'ſt (O Cromwell) Thou fall'ſt a bleſſed Martyr. Serue the King: And prythee leade me in: There take an Inuentory of all I haue, To the laſt peny, 'tis the Kings. My Robe, And my Integrity to Heauen, is all, I dare now call mine owne. O Cromwel, Cromwel, Had I but ſeru'd my God, with halfe the Zeale I ſeru'd my King: he would not in mine Age Haue left me naked to mine Enemies. Good Sir, haue patience. So I haue. Farewell The Hopes of Court, my Hopes in Heauen do dwell. Y' are well met once againe. So are you. You come to take your ſtand heere, and behold The Lady Anne, paſſe from her Corronation. 'Tis all my buſineſſe. At our laſt encounter, The Duke of Buckingham came from his Triall. 'Tis very true. But that time offer'd ſorrow, This generall ioy.