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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, 70 Neglect him not; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. _Crom._ 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, 75 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. _Wol._ Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, 80 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, 85 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 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. 90 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 't? Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. 95 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; 100 And--pr'ythee lead me in: There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny; 't is the king's: my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! 105 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. _Crom._ Good sir, have patience. _Wol._ So I have. Farewell 110 The hopes of court! my hopes in heaven do dwell. --_Shakespeare_ Compare the last words of Wolsey with those of Socrates as found in Jowett's translation o
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