• From “King Henry VIII.,” Act III. Sc. 2.
    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—...