Sir Thomas More – Act 4, Scene 3

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Enter the BISHOP OF ROCHESTER, SURREY, SHREWSBURY, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Warders with weapons.

Your kind persuasions, honourable lords,
I can but thank ye for, but in this breast
There lives a soul, that aims at higher things
Than temporary pleasing earthly kings.
God bless his highness, even with all my heart,
We shall meet one day, though that now we part.

We not misdoubt your wisdom can discern
What best befits it, yet in love and zeal
We could entreat it would be otherwise.

No doubt your fatherhood will by yourself
Consider better of the presant case,
And grow as great in favour as before.

For that, as pleaseth God, in my restraint
From worldly causes, I shall better see
Into myself than at proud liberty.
The Tower and I will privately confer
Of things wherein at freedom I may err.
But I am troublesome unto your honours,
And to your happy private thoughts bequeath ye.
Master Lieutenant, I am now you charge,
And though you keep my body, yet my love
Waits on my king and you, wile Fisher lives.

Farewell, my Lord of Rochester, we’ll pray
For your release, and labour’t as we may.

Thereof assure yourself.  So do we leave ye,
And to your happy private thoughts bequeath ye.               [Exeunt Lords.

Now, Master Lieutenant, on, a God’s name go,
And with as glad a mind go I with you,
As ever truant bade the school adieu.                                          [Exeunt.

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