Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
In all my miseries; but thou hast forc’d 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 must more be heard, then say I taught thee;
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory,
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 which ruin’d me.
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 e’en hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty
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, 0 Cromwell,
Thou fall’st a blessed martyr. . 0 Cromwell, Cromwell,
Had I but serv’d my God with half the zeal
I serv’d my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Come Cromwell, Let us go in. My spirit is broken Ahhhh.
Exeunt

 I consider that one of the finest passages in Shakespeare.