Speeches (Lines) for Cromwell in "History of Henry VIII"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 III / 2
  • To his own hand, in's bedchamber.
  • To his own hand, in's bedchamber.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. The packet, Cromwell.
    Gave't you the king?

    Cromwell. To his own hand, in's bedchamber.

2 III / 2
  • Presently
    He did unseal them: and the first he view'd,
    He did it with a...
  • Presently
    He did unseal them: and the first he view'd,
    He did it with a serious mind; a heed
    Was in his countenance. You he bade
    Attend him here this morning.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. Look'd he o' the inside of the paper?

    Cromwell. Presently
    He did unseal them: and the first he view'd,
    He did it with a serious mind; a heed
    Was in his countenance. You he bade
    Attend him here this morning.

3 III / 2
  • I think, by this he is.
  • I think, by this he is.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. Is he ready
    To come abroad?

    Cromwell. I think, by this he is.

4 III / 2
  • I have no power to speak, sir.
  • I have no power to speak, sir.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. So farewell to the little good you bear me.
    Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!
    This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth
    The tender leaves of hopes; 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 ventured,
    Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders,
    This 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 for ever hide me.
    Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye:
    I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched
    Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours!
    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.
    [Enter CROMWELL, and stands amazed]
    Why, how now, Cromwell!

    Cromwell. I have no power to speak, sir.

5 III / 2
  • How does your grace?
  • How does your grace?
  • Cardinal Wolsey. What, amazed
    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?

6 III / 2
  • I am glad your grace has made that right use of it.
  • I am glad your grace has made that right use of it.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. 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 cured me,
    I humbly thank his grace; and from these shoulders,
    These ruin'd pillars, out of pity, taken
    A load would sink a navy, too much honour:
    O, 'tis a burthen, Cromwell, 'tis a burthen
    Too heavy for a man that hopes for heaven!

    Cromwell. I am glad your grace has made that right use of it.

7 III / 2
  • The heaviest and the worst
    Is your displeasure with the king.
  • The heaviest and the worst
    Is your displeasure with the king.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. 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. The heaviest and the worst
    Is your displeasure with the king.

8 III / 2
  • The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen
    Lord chancellor in your place.
  • The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen
    Lord chancellor in your place.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. God bless him!

    Cromwell. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen
    Lord chancellor in your place.

9 III / 2
  • That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
    Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbu...
  • That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
    Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. That's somewhat sudden:
    But he's a learned man. May he continue
    Long in his highness' 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 orphans' tears wept on em! What more?

    Cromwell. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome,
    Install'd lord archbishop of Canterbury.

10 III / 2
  • Last, that the Lady Anne,
    Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
    Th...
  • Last, that the Lady Anne,
    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.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. That's news indeed.

    Cromwell. Last, that the Lady Anne,
    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.

11 III / 2
  • O my lord,
    Must I, then, leave you? must I needs forego
    So good, so nobl...
  • O 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
    For ever and for ever shall be yours.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. There was the weight that pull'd 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 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
    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.

    Cromwell. O 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
    For ever and for ever shall be yours.

12 III / 2
  • Good sir, have patience.
  • Good sir, have patience.
  • Cardinal Wolsey. 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 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 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 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,--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!
    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.

13 V / 3
  • Please your honours,
    The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
  • Please your honours,
    The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.
  • Lord Chancellor. Speak to the business, master-secretary:
    Why are we met in council?

    Cromwell. Please your honours,
    The chief cause concerns his grace of Canterbury.

14 V / 3
  • Yes.
  • Yes.
  • Gardiner. Has he had knowledge of it?

    Cromwell. Yes.

15 V / 3
  • My Lord of Winchester, you are a little,
    By your good favour, too sharp; men...
  • My Lord of Winchester, you are a little,
    By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
    However faulty, yet should find respect
    For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
    To load a falling man.
  • Gardiner. My lord, my lord, you are a sectary,
    That's the plain truth: your painted gloss discovers,
    To men that understand you, words and weakness.

    Cromwell. My Lord of Winchester, you are a little,
    By your good favour, too sharp; men so noble,
    However faulty, yet should find respect
    For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
    To load a falling man.

16 V / 3
  • Why, my lord?
  • Why, my lord?
  • Gardiner. Good master secretary,
    I cry your honour mercy; you may, worst
    Of all this table, say so.

    Cromwell. Why, my lord?

17 V / 3
  • Not sound?
  • Not sound?
  • Gardiner. Do not I know you for a favourer
    Of this new sect? ye are not sound.

    Cromwell. Not sound?

18 V / 3
  • Would you were half so honest!
    Men's prayers then would seek you, not their...
  • Would you were half so honest!
    Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.
  • Gardiner. Not sound, I say.

    Cromwell. Would you were half so honest!
    Men's prayers then would seek you, not their fears.

19 V / 3
  • Do.
    Remember your bold life too.
  • Do.
    Remember your bold life too.
  • Gardiner. I shall remember this bold language.

    Cromwell. Do.
    Remember your bold life too.

20 V / 3
  • And I.
  • And I.
  • Gardiner. I have done.

    Cromwell. And I.

21 V / 3
  • My mind gave me,
    In seeking tales and informations
    Against this man, who...
  • My mind gave me,
    In seeking tales and informations
    Against this man, whose honesty the devil
    And his disciples only envy at,
    Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!
  • Lord Chancellor. 'Tis now too certain:
    How much more is his life in value with him?
    Would I were fairly out on't!

    Cromwell. My mind gave me,
    In seeking tales and informations
    Against this man, whose honesty the devil
    And his disciples only envy at,
    Ye blew the fire that burns ye: now have at ye!

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