Henry Chettle - Sir Thomas More ACT 4. SCENE 4. lyrics

The Tower. Enter the Bishop of Rochester, Surrey, Shrewsbury, Lieutenant of the Tower, and Warders with weapons. Rochester. Your kind persuasions, honorable 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. Surrey. We not misdoubt, your wisdom can discern What best befits it; yet in love and zeal We could entreat, it might be otherwise. Shrewsbury. No doubt, your fatherhood will by yourself Consider better of the present case, And grow as great in favor as before. Rochester. For that, as pleaseth God. In my restraint From wordly 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 honors, And hold ye longer than becomes my duty.— Master Lieutenant, I am now your charge; And though you keep my body, yet my love Waits on my king and you, while Fisher lives. Surrey. Farewell, my Lord of Rochester; we'll pray For your release, and labour't as we may. Shrewsbury. Thereof a**ure yourself; so do we leave ye, And to your happy private thoughts bequeath ye. Exeunt Lords. Rochester. 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.