Monologue

Wolsey Monologue from Henry VIII

From Henry VIII by William Shakespeare

male · anguished · 1:06 min

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There was the weight that pulled me down. O Cromwell, The King has gone beyond me. All my glories In that one woman I have lost for ever. No sun shall ever usher forth mine honours, Or gild again the noble troops that waited Upon my smiles. Go, get thee from me, Cromwell. I am a poor fallen man, unworthy now To be thy lord and master. Seek the King; That sun, I pray, may never set! I have told him What and how true thou art. He will 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, Neglect him not; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety.

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Wolsey, having fallen from grace, reflects on his lost power and the betrayal he feels from the King, urging Cromwell to seek favor with the monarch while expressing his own despair.

50s · sadness · power · loss · betrayal · ambition

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