Selected quad for the lemma: death_n

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	child_n	die_v	father_n	4,399	5	5.1224	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11265	The true chronicle historie of the whole life and death of Thomas Lord Cromwell As it hath beene sundrie times publikely acted by the right honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by W.S.	W. S.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attrib. author. aut; Smith, Wentworth, fl. 1601-1623, attrib. author. aut	1602 (1602)	STC 21532; ESTC S104562	30,280	52

fall as sudden and vnlooked for to What glorie was in England that I had not Who in this land commanded more then Cromwell Except the King who greater then my selfe But now I see what after ages shall The greater man more sudden is their fall And now I do remember the Earle of Bedford Was very desirous for to speake to me And afterward sent to 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 reades the Letter My Lord come not this night to Lambeth For if you do 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 Norffolke 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 do 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 Cro. 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 Cro. 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 dooth denie 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 do 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 honor 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 honor alwaies loued me well But pardon me this still shall be my theame Gardiner is the cause makes Cromwell so extreame Sir Ralphe 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 hast he makes shall be but vaine Here 's a discharge for your prisoner To see him executed presentlie 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 willinglie I goe to meete with death As Gardiner did pronounce it with his breath From treason is my hart as white as Snowe My death onlie 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 boye the last words that I speake to thee Flatter not Fortune neither fawne vpon her Gape not for state yet loose no sparke of honor 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 houre of death Son. O father I shall die to see that wound Your blood being spilt will make my hart to sound Cro. How boy not looke vpon the Axe How shall I do 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 lawe and equitie Bed. O good my Lord of Winchester forbeare It would a better seemed you to beene absent Then with your wordes disturbe a dying man Cro. Who me my Lord no he disturbes not me My minde 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 deaths man pray my Lord forgiue me Crom. Euen with my soule why man thou art my Doctor And bringes 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 imbraces him Farewell great Lord my loue I do commend My hart to you my soule to heauen I send This is my ioy that eare my bodie fleete Your honourd armes is my true winding sheete Farewell deare Bedford my peace is made in heauen Thus falles great Cromwell a poore ell in length To rise to vnmeasured height winged with new strength The land of Wormes which dying men discouer My soule is shrinde with heauens celestiall couer Exit Cromwell and the officers and others Bed. Well farewell Cromwell the trewest friend That euer Bedford shall possesse Well Lordes I feare when this You le wish in vayne that Cromwell had Enter one with Cromwels head Offi. Heare is the head of the deceased Cromwell Bed. Pray thee goe hence and beare his heade away Vnto his bodie inter them both in clay Enter Sir Raulphe Sadler Sad. Ho now my Lordes what is Lord Cromwell dead Bed. Lord Cromwels body now doth want a heade 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 Suf. I I sir Raulph repriues comes now too late Gar. My conscience now telles 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 omnes FINIS