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Monologues for Men

WOL.

Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear

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 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 honor,

Found thee a way, out of his wrack, 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 serv’d my God with half the zeal

I serv’d my king, He would not in mine age

Have left me naked to mine enemies.

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