you had the leaft friendship for me-You can't imagine, Sir, the pleasure she takes in talking of you: [He looks pleafed.] Ah! how you will delight her, how your venerable mien will charm her! She will never be able to withstand you-But indeed, Sir, this law-fuit will be a terrible confequence to me: [He looks grave again.] I am ruined, if I lofe it; which a very small matter might prevent--Ah! Sir, had you but feen the raptures with which the has heard me talk of you. [He refumes his gaiety.] How pleasure sparkled in her eyes at the recital of your good qualities! In fhort, to difcover a fecret to you, which I promised to conceal, I have worked up her imagination, till fhe is downright impatient of having the match concluded. Love. Lappet, you have acted a very friendly part; and I own that I have all the obligations in the world to you. Lap. I beg you would give me this little affiftance, Sir: [He looks Jerious.] It will fet me on my feet, and I fhall be eternally obliged to you. Love. Farewel: I'll go and finifh my difpatches. Lap. I affure you, Sir, you could never affift me in a greater neceffity. Love. I must go give fome orders about a particular affair. Lap. I would not importune you, Sir, if I was not forced by the last extremity. Love. I expect the taylor about turning my coat: don't you think this coat will look well enough turned, and with new buttons, for a wedding-fuit? Lap. For pity's fake, Sir, don't refufe me this small favour; I fhall 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 pound, Sir; but three pound, Sir; nay, Sir, a fingle guinea would be of fervice for a day or two. [As he offers to go out on either fide, fhe in-tercepts him.] Love. I must go, I can't ftay-hark, there! fomebody calls me.-I am very much obliged to you, indeed; I am very much obliged to you. [Exit. Lap. Go to the devil like a covetous good-for nothing nothing villain as you are. Ramilie is in the right: however, fhall not quit the affair; for, though I get nothing out of him, I am fure of iny reward from the other fide. VI. Cardinal Wolfey and Cromwell. Wol. FAREWEL, a long farewel to all my greatnefs! Why, how now, Cromwell? [Enter Cromwell Crom. I have no power to speak, Sir. At my misfortunes? Can thy fpirit wonder A great man fhould decline? Nay, if you weep, I'm fallen indeed. Crom. How does your Grace? Wol. Why, well; Never fo truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now, and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities; A till and quiet confcience. The King has cur'd me, I humbly thank his Grace; and, from thefe fhoulders, Thefe Thefe ruin'd pillars, out of pity taken Crom. I'm glad your Grace has made that right use of it. Wol. I hope I have: I'm able now, methinks, Crom. The heavieft and the worst Is your displeasure with the King. Wol. God bless him! Crom. The next is, that Sir Thomas More is chofen Lord Chancellor in your place. Wol. That's fomewhat fudden But he's a learned man. May he continue Crom. That Cranmer is return'd with welcome ; Wol. That's news indeed! Crom. Laft, that the Lady Anne, Whom the King hath in fecrecy long married, Only about her coronation. Wol. There was the weight that pull'd me down : 0 Cromwell! The King has gone beyond me: all my glories In that one woman I have loft for ever. No fun fhall ever ufher forth my honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my fmiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell; To be thy lord and master. Seek the King- Some Some little memory of me will stir him Thy hopeful fervice perish too. Good Cromwell, Crom. Oh my Lord! Muft I then leave you? Muft I needs forego Wol. Cromwell-I did not think to fhed a tear And fleep in dull cold marble, where no mention › Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To filence envious tongues. Be just and fear not. Thy God's, and Truth's: then, if thou fall'ft, O Cromwell, And pr'ythee lead me in There take an inventory of all I have: To the last peany, 'tis the King's. My robe, And my integrity to Heav'n, is all I dare now call mine own. Oh Cromwell, Cromwell! I ferv'd my king-he would not in mine age Crom. Good Sir, have patience. Wol. So I have. Farewel The hopes of court !-My hopes in heaven do dwell. VII. Sir Charles and Lady Racket. Lady R. OLA!-I'm quite fatigued—I can hardly move-why don't you help me, you bar barous man? Sir C. There: take my arm Lady R. But I won't be laugh'd at-I don't love you. Sir G. Don't you? Lady R. No. Dear me !-this glove!-why don't you help me off with my glove-Pfhaw! you awkward thing: let it alone: you an't fit to be about me.-Reach me a chair-you have no compaffion for me.—I am fo glad to fit down-Why do you drag me to routs ? You know I hate 'em. Sir C. Oh! there's no exifting, no breathing, unlefs one does as other people of fashion do. Lady R. But I'm out of humour-I lost all my mo ney. Sir G. 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 G. You know I don't. Lady R. Ah! you fond fool!-But I hate gaming-It almost metamorphofes a woman into a fury-Do you know that I was frighted at myself several times to-night I had a huge oath at the very tip of my tongue. Sir C. Had ye? Lady R. I caught myself at it-and fo I bit my lips. -And then I was crammed up in a corner of the room with fuch a ftrange party at a whift table, looking at black and red fpots-did you mind 'em! Sir C. You know I was bufy elsewhere. Lady R. There was that flrange unaccountable woman Mrs Nightfhade-She behaved fo ftrangely to her husband-a poor, inoffenfive, good-natured, good fort of a |