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A11267	The true chronicle historie of the whole life and death of Thomas Lord Cromwell As it hath beene sundry times publikely acted by the Kings Maiesties Seruants. Written by VV.S.; Thomas, Lord Cromwell	W. S.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631, attributed name.; Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641, attributed name.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 21533; ESTC S106330	30,304	56

But now I see what after ages shall The greater man more sudden is their fall And now I doe remember the Earle of Bedford Was very desirous for to speake to me And afterward sent vnto me a letter The which I thinke I haue still in my pocket Now may I read it for I now haue leasure And this I take it is He reade● the Letter My Lord come not this night to Lambeth For if you doe your state is ouerthrowne And much I doubt your life and if you come Then if you loue your selfe stay where you are O God had I but read this letter Then had I beene free from the Lions paw Deferring this to read vntill to morrow I spurnd at ioy and did imbrace my sorrow Enter the Leiutenant of the Tower and officers Now Maister Lieutenant when 's this day of death Lieu. Alas my Lord would I might neuer see it Here are the Dukes of Suffolke and of Norfolke Winchester Bedford and sir Richard Ratcliffe With others but why they come I know not Crom. No matter wherefore Cromwell is prepard For Gardiner has my state and life insnard Bid them come in or you shall doe them wrong For here stands he whom some thinkes liues too long Learning killes learning and insteed of Inck To dip his Pen Cromwels heart blood doth drinke Enter all the Nobles Norf. Good morrow Cromwell what alone so sad Crom. One good among you none of you are bad For my part it best fits me be alone Sadnesse with me not I with any one What is the King acquainted with my cause Norf. We haue and he hath answered vs my Lord. Crom. How shall I come to speake with him my selfe Gard. The King is so aduertised of your guilt He will by no meanes admit you to his presence Crom. No way admit me am I so soone forgot Did he but yesterday imbrace my neck And said that Cromwell was euen halfe himselfe And is his Princely eares so much bewitched With scandolous ignomie and slanderous speeches That now he doth deny to looke on me Well my Lord of Winchester no doubt but you Are much in fauour with his Maiestie Will you beare a letter from me to his grace Gard. Pardon me I le beare no traitors letters Crom. Ha will you doe this kindnesse then Tell him by word of mouth what I shall say to you Gard. That will I. Crom. But on your honour will you Gard. I on my honour Crom. Beare witnesse Lords Tell him when he hath knowne you And tried your faith but halfe so much as mine Hee le finde you to be the falsest harted man In England Pray tell him this Bed Be patient good my Lord in these extreames Crom. My kinde and honorable Lord of Bedford I know your honour alwaies loued me well But pardon me this still shall be my theame Gardiner is the cause makes Cromwell so extreame Sir Ralph Sadler pray a word with you You were my man and all that you possesse Came by my meanes to requite all this Will you take this letter here of me And giue it with your owne hands to the King Sad. I kisse your hand and neuer will I rest Eare to the King this be deliuered Exit Sadler Crom. Why yet Cromwell hath one friend in store Gard. But all the ●ast he makes shall be but vaine Here 's a discharge for your prisoner To see him executed presently My Lord you here the tenor of your life Crom. I doe imbrace it welcome my last date And of this glistering world I take last leaue And noble Lords I take my leaue of you As willingly I goe to meete with death As Gardiner did pronounce in with his breath From treason is my hart as white as Snow My death onely procured by my foe I pray commend me to my Soueraigne King And tell him in what sort his Cromwell died To loose his head before his cause were tride But let his Grace when he shall here my name Say onely this Gardiner procured the same Enter young Cromwell Lieu. Here is your sonne come to take his leaue Crom. To take his leaue Come hether Harry Cromwell Marke boy the last words that I speake to thee Flatter not Fortune neither fawne vpon her Gape not for state yet loose no sparke of honour Ambition like the plague see thou eschew it I die for treason boy and neuer knew it Yet let thy faith as spotlesse be as mine And Cromwels vertues in thy face shall shine Come goe along and see me leaue my breath And I le leaue thee vpon the floure of death Son O father I shall die to see this wound Your blood being spilt will make my hart to sound Crom. How boy not looke vpon the Axe How shall I doe then to haue my head stroke off Come on my childe and see the end of all And after say that Gardiner was my fall Gar. My Lord you speake it of an enuious hart I haue done no more then law and equitie Bed O good my Lord of Winchester for beare It would better seemed you to beene absent Then with your words disturbe a dying man Crom. Who me my Lord no he disturbes not me My mind he stirres not though his mightie shocke Hath brought mo peeres heads downe to the blocke Farewell my boy all Cromwell can bequeath My hartie blessing so I take my leaue Hang. I am your death● man pray my Lord forgiue me Crom. Euen with my soule why man thou art my Doctor And brings me Precious phisicke for my soule My Lord of Bedford I desire of you Before my death a corporall imbrace Bedford comes to him Cromwell 〈◊〉 him Farewell great Lord my loue I doe commend My hart to you my soule to lieauen I send This is my ioy that ere my body fleete Your honourd armes is my true winding sheete Farewell deare Bedford my p●●ce is made in heauen Thus falles great Cromwell a poore ell in length To rise to vnmeasured height 〈◊〉 with new strength The land of Wormea which dying men discouer My soule is shrinde with heauens 〈◊〉 couer Exit Cromwell and the 〈◊〉 and others ●id Well farewell Cromwe●● the 〈◊〉 friend That euer Bedford shall possesse againe Well Lords I feare when this man is dead You le wish in vaine that Cromwell had a head Enter one with Cromwels head Offi. Here is the head of the deceased Cromwell Bed Pray thee goe hence and beare his head away Vnto his body interre them both in clay Enter for Raulph Salder Sad. Ho now my Lords what is Lord Cromwell dead Bed Lord Cromwels body now doth want a head Sad. O God a little speede had saued his life Here is a kinde repriue come from the King To bring him straight vnto his Maiestie Suff. I I sir Raulph repriues comes now too late Gar. My conscience now tels me this deede was ill Would Christ that Cromwell were aliue againe Nor. Come let vs to the King whom well I know Will grieue for Cromwell that his death was so Exeunt ●mnes FINIS

much for him By this old man I often times was sed Els might I haue gone supperlesse to bed Such kindnesse haue I had of these three men That Cromwell no way can repay againe Now in to dinner for we stay too long And to good stomackes is no greater wrong Exit omnes Enter Gardiner in his study and his man Gard. Sirra where be those men I caus'd to stay Ser. They doe attend your pleasure Sir within Gar. Bid them come hether and stay you without For by those men the Foxe of this same land That makes a Goose of better then himselfe Must woried be vnto his latest home or Gardiner will faile in his intent As for the Dukes of Suffolke and of Norfolke Whom I haue sent for to come speake with me Howsoeuer outwardly they shadow it Yet in their harts I know they loue him not As for the Earle of Bedford hee is but one And dares not gaine-●ay what we doe set downe Enter the two Witnesses Now my friends you know I sau'd you liues When by the law you had deserued death And then you promised me vpon your othes To venture both your liues to doe me good Both wit We swore no more then that we will performe Gard. I take your words and that which you must doe Is seruice for your God and for your King To roote a rebell from this flourishing land One that 's an enemy vnto the Church And therefore must you take your solemne oathes That you heard Cromwell the Lord Chauncellor Did wish a dagger at King Henries hart Feare not to sweare it for I hard him speake it Therefore wee le shield you from insuing harmes 2 Wit If you will warrant vs the deed is good Wee le vndertake it Gar. Kneele downe and I will here absolue you both This Crucifixe I lay vpon you heads And sprinckle holy-water on your browes The deed is meritorious that you doe And by it shall you purchase grace from heauen 1 Now Sir wee le vndertake it by our soules 2 For Cromwell neuer loued none of our sort Gar. I know he doth not and for both of you I will preferre you to some place of worth Now get you in vntill I call for you For presently the Dukes meanes to be here Exit wit Cromwell sit fast thy time 's not long to raigne The Abbies that were puld downe by thy meanes Is now a meane for me to pull thee downe Thy pride also thy owne head lights vpon For thou art he hath chang'd religion But now no more for here the Dukes are come Enter Suffolke Norfolke and the Earle of Bedford Suff. Good euen to my Lord Bishop Nor. How fares my Lord what are you all alone Gar. No not alone my Lords my minde is troubled I know your honours muse wherefore I sent And in such hast What came you from the King Nor. We did and left none but Lord Cromwell with him Gard. O what a dangerous time is this we liue in There 's Thomas Wolsay hee 's already gone And Thomas Moore he followed after him Another Thomas yet there doth remaine That is farre worse then either of those twaine And if with speed my Lords we not pursue it I feare the King and all the land will rue it Bed Another Thomas pray God it be not Cromwell Gard. My Lord Bedford it is that traitor Cromwell Bed Is Cromwell false my hart will neuer thinke it Suff. My Lord of Winchester what likelihood Or proofe haue you of this his treachery Gard. My Lord too much call in the men within Enter witnesses These men my Lord vpon their othes affirme That they did here Lord Cromwell in his garden Wished a dagger sticking at the hart Of our King Henrie what is this but treason Bed If it be so my hart doth bleed with sorrow Suff. How say you friends what did you here these words 1 Wit We did and 't like your grace Norf. In what place was Lord Cromwell when he spake them 2 Wit In his Garden where we did attend a sute Which we had waited for two yeere and more Suff. How long i st since you heard him speake these words 2 Wit Some halfe yeere since Bed How chance that you conceal'd it all this time 1 Wit His greatnesse made vs feare that was the cause Gard. I I his greatnesse that 's the cause indeed And to make his treason here more mainfest He calles his seruants to him round about Tels them of W●lsayes life and of his fall Saies that himselfe hath many enemies And giues to some of them a Parke or Manor To others Leases Lands to other some What need he doe thus in his prime of life And if he were not fearefull of his death Suff. My Lord these likelihoods are very great Bed Pardon me Lords for I must needs depart Their proofes are great but greater is my heart Exit Bedford Norf. My friends take heed of that which you haue said Your soules must answer what your tongues reports Therefore take heed be wary what you doe 2 Wit My Lord we speake no more but truth Norf. Let them depart my Lord of Winchester Let these men be close kept Vntill the day of triall Gar. They shall my Lord hoe take in these two men Exit witnesses My Lords if Cromwell haue a publike triall That which we doe is voide by his deniall You know the King will credit none but him Nor. T is true he rules the King euen as he pleases Suff. How shall we doe for to attache him then Gar. Mary my Lords thus by an Act he made himselfe With an intent to intrap some of our liues And this it is If any Councellor Be conuicted of high treason He shall be excecuted without a publike triall This Act my Lords he caused the King to make Suff. A did indeed and I remember it And now it is like to fall vpon himselfe Nor. Let vs not slak it t is for Englands good We must be warry els hee le goe beyond vs. Gar. Well hath your Grace said my Lord of Norfolke Therefore let vs presently to Lambeth Thether comes Cromwell from the Court to night Let vs arest him send him to the Tower And in the morning cut off the traitors head Norf. Come then about it let vs guard the towne This is the day that Cromwell must goe downe Gard. Along my Lords well Cromwell is halfe dead He shak'd my har●● but I will shaue his head Ethenus Enter Bedford 〈◊〉 Bed My soule is like a water troubled And Gardiner is the man that makes it so O Cromwell I doe feare thy end is neare Yet I le preuent their malice if I can And in good time see where the man doth come Who little knowes how neares his day of dome Enter Cromwell with his traine Bedford makes as though be would speake to him he goes on Crom. Your well encountered my good Lord of Bedford I see your honour is adressed to talke Pray

please you sir my company is but meane Stands with your liking I le waite on you Gou. I am glad that all things doe accorde so well Come Maister Bowser let vs in to dinner And Mistrisse Banister be mery woman Come after sorrow now le ts cheere your spirit Knaues haue their due and you but what you merit Exit omnes Enter Cromwell and Hodge in their shirtes and without Hattes Hodg. Call yee this seeing of fashions Marry would I had staide at Putney still O Maister Thomas we are spoiled we are gone Crom. Content thee man this is but fortune Hodg. Fortune a plague of this Fortune makes me goe wetshod the roagues would not leaue me a shooe to my feet for my hoase they scorned them with their heeles but for my Dublet and Hatte O Lord they imbraced mee and vnlased mee and tooke away my cloathes and so disgraced me Crom. Well Hodge what remedie What shift shall we make now Hodg. Nay I know not for begging I am naught for stealing worse by my troth I must euen fall to my olde trade to the Hammer and the Horse heeles againe but now the worst is I am not acquainted with the humor of the horses in this countrie whether they are not coultish giuen much to kicking or no for vvhen I haue one legge in my hand if he should vp and lay tother on my chops I were gone there lay I there lay Hodge Crom. Hodge I beleeue thou must worke for vs both Hodg. O Maister Thomas haue not I tolde you of this haue not I many a time and often said Tom or Maister Thomas learne to make a Horse-shooe it will be your owne another day this was not regarded Harke you Thomas what doe you call the fellowes that robd vs Crom. The Bandetto Hodg. The Bandetto doe you call them I know not what they are called here but I am sure we call them plaine theeues in England O Th●mas that we were now at Putney at the ale there Crom. Content thee man here set vp these two billes And let vs keepe our standing on the bridge The fashion of this country is such If any stranger be oppressed with want To write the manner of his misery And such as are disposed to succour him Will doe it what hast thou set them vp Hod. I they 're vp God send some to reade them And not onely to reade them but also to looke on vs And not altogether to looke on vs One standes at one end and one at tother But to releeue vs O colde colde colde Enter Friskiball the Marchant and reades the billes Fris What 's here two Englishmen rob'd by the Bandetto One of them seemes to be a gentleman T is pittie that his fortune was so hard To fall into the desperate hands of theeues I le question him of what estate he is God saue you sir are you an Englishman Crom. I am sir a distressed Englishman Fris And what are you my friend Hod. Who I sir by my troth I doe not know my selfe what I am now but sir I was a Smith sir a poore Farrier of Putney that 's my Maister sir yonder I was robbed for his sake sir Fris I see you haue beene met by the Bandetto And therefore neede not aske how you came thus But Friskiball why doost thou question them Of their estate and not releeue their neede Sir the coyne I haue about me is not much There 's sixteene Duckets for to cloath your selues There 's sixteene more to buy your diet with And there 's sixteene to pay for your horse hier T is all the wealth you see my purse possesses But if you please for to enquire me out You shall not want for ought that I can doe My name is Friskiball a Florence Marchant A man that alwayes loued your nation Crom. This vnexpected fauour at your hands Which God doth know if euer I shall requi●e it Necessitie makes me to take your bountie And for your gold can yeeld you naught but thankes Your charitie hath helpt me from dispaire Your name shall still be in my harty prayer Fris It is not worth such thankes come to my house Your want shall better be releeu'd then thus Crom. I pray excuse me this shall well suffice To beare my charges to Bononia Whereas a noble Earle is much distressed An Englishman Russel● the Earle of Bedford Is by the French King solde vnto his death It may fall out that I may doe him good To saue his life I le hazard my hart blood Therefore kinde sir thankes for your liberall gift I must be gone to aide him there 's no shift Fris I le be no hinderer to so good an act Heauen prosper you in that you goe about If Fortune bring you this way backe againe Pray let me see you so I take my leave All good a man can wish I doe bequeath Exit Friskiball Crom. All good that God doth send light on your head There 's few such men within our climate bred How say you now Hodge is not this good fortune Hod. How say you I le tell you what maister Thomas If all men be of this Gentlemans minde Le ts keepe our standings vpon this Bridge We shall get more here with begging in one day Then I shall with making Horshoes in a whole yeere Crom. No Hodge we must begone vnto Bononia There to releeue the noble Earle of Bedford Where if I faile not in my policie I shall deceiue their subtile treachery Hodge Nay I le follow you God blesse vs from the theeuing Bandettoes againe Exit omnes Enter Bedford and his Hoast Bed Am I betraide was Bedforde borne to die By such base slaues in such a place as this Haue I escaped so many times in France So many battailes haue I ouer passed And made the French stirre when they hard my name And am I now betraide vnto my death Some of their harts bloud first shall pay for it Hoa. They doe desire my Lord to speake with you Bed The traitors doe desire to haue my bloud But by my birth my honour and my name By all my hopes my life shall cost them deare Open the dore I le venter out vpon them And if I must die then I le die with honour Hoa. Alas my Lord that is a desperate course They haue begirt you round about the house Their meaning is to take you prisoner And so to send your body vnto France Bed First shall the Ocean beas dry as sand Before aliue they send me vnto France I le haue my body first bored like a Siue And die as Hector gainst the Mermidons Eare France shall boast Bedfordes their prisoner Trecherous France that gainst the law of armes Hath here betraide thy enemy to death But be assured my bloud shall be reuenged Vpon the best liues that remaines in France Stand backe or else thy run'st vpon thy death Enter a Seruant Mes Pardon my Lord I come to tell your honour That they haue