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A great man should decline? Nay, if you weep,
I am fallen indeed.
Crom. How does your Grace?
Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell.
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 ruined pillars, out of pity taken
A load would sink a navy, too much honor.
Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use of it.
Wol. 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.
Crom. The heaviest and the worst
Is your displeasure with the king.
Wol. God bless him!
Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chosen Lord Chancelor in your place.
Wol. That's somewhat sudden—
But he's a learned man. May he continue
For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones,
Crom. That Cranmer is returned with welcome;
Crom. Last that the Lady Anne,
Whom the king hath in secrecy long married,
Going to chapel: and the voice is now
Only about her coronation.
Wol. There was the weight that pulled me down, O
The king has gone beyond me: all my glories
No sun shall ever usher forth my honors,
Or gild again the noble troops that waited
Crom. O my Lord,
Must I then leave you? Must I needs forego
Wol. Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no mention
By that sin fell the angels: how can man then,
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just and fear not,
Thy God's and Truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
There, take an inventory of all I have,
To the last penny-'tis the king's.
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Crom. Good Sir, have patience.
Wol. So I have.
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DIALOGUE BETWEEN HAMLET AND HORATIO.-Shakspeare.
Horatio. Hail to your Lordship!
Horatio-or I do forget myself.
Hor. The same, my lord, and your poor servant ever. Ham. Sir, my good friend; I'll change that name with you.
And what make you from Wittenberg, Horatio!
Ham. I would not hear your eneiny say so;
But what is your affair at Elsinore?
Hor. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Ham. I pray thee do not mock me, fellow student; I think it was to see my mother's wedding.
Hor. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon.
Ham. Thrift, thrift, Horatio; the funeral baked meats
Ham. In my mind's eye, Horatio.
Hor. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight.
Hor. My lord, the king, your father.
Ham. The king, my father!
Hor. Season your admiration for a while, With an attent ear; till I may deliver
This marvel to you.
Ham. For heaven's love let me hear.
Hor. Two nights together had these gentlemen,
Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me,
And I with them, the third night, kept the watch:
Form of the thing, each word made true and good,
These hands are not more like.
Ham. But where was this?
Hor. My lord, upon the platform where we watched.
But answer made it none. Yet once, methought
Ham. 'Tis very strange.
Hor. As I do live, my honored lord, 'tis true;
Ham. Indeed, indeed, sir, but this troubles me.
Ham. Then saw you not his face?
Hor. O, yes, my lord; he wore his beaver up.
Hor. A countenance more
In sorrow than in anger.
Ham. Pale, or red?
Ham. And fixed his eyes upon you?
Hor. Most constantly.
Ham. I would I had been there!
Hor. It would have much amazed you.
Ham. Very like, very like ;-staid it long?
Hor. While one with moderate haste might tell a hun