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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

serue for but to feede a sort Of lazie Abbotes and of full fed Fryers They neither plow nor sowe and yet they reape The fat of all the Land and sucke the poore Looke what was theirs is in King Henries handes His wealth before lay in the Abbie lands Gar. Indeede these things you haue aledged my Lord When God doth know the infant yet vnborne Will curse the time the Abbies were puld downe I pray now where is hospitality Where now may poore distressed people go For to releeue their neede or rest their bones When weary trauell doth oppresse their limmes And where religious men should take them in Shall now be kept backe with a Mastiue dogge And thousand thousand Nor. O my Lord no more thinges past redresse T is bootelesse to complaine Cro. What shall we to the Conuocation house Nor. Wee le follow you my Lord praie leade the way Enter Old Cromwell like a Farmer Old Cro. How one Cromwell made Lord Keeper since I left Putnay And dwelt in Yorkeshire I neuer hard better newes I le see that Cromwell or it shall goe hard Cro. My aged father state set aside Father on my knee I craue your blessing One of my seruantes go and haue him in At better leasure will we talke with him Old Cro. Now if I die how happy were the day To see this comfort raines forth showers of ioy Exit Olde Cromwell Nor. This dutie in him showes a kinde of grace Cro. Go on before for time drawes on apace Exit all but Friskiball Fris. I wonder what this Lord would haue with me His man so stricktlie gaue me charge to stay I neuer did offend him to my knowledge Well good or bad I meane to bide it all Worse then I am now neuer can befall Enter Banister and his wife Ba. Come wife I take it be almost dinner time For maister Newton and maister Crosbie sent to me Last night they would come dine with me And take their bond in I pray thee hie thee home And see that all things be in readinesse Mi. Ba. They shal be welcome husband I le go before But is not that man maister Friskiball She runnes and imbrases him Ba. O heauens it is kinde maister Friskiball Say sir what hap hath brought you to this passe Fris. The same that brought you to your misery Ba. Why would you not acquaint me with your state Is Banister your poore friend quite forgot Whose goods whose loue whose life and all is yours Fri. I thought your vsage would be as the rest That had more kindnesse at my handes then you Yet looked asconce when as they saw me poore Mi. Ba. If Banister should beare so bace a hart I neuer would looke my husband in the face But hate him as I would a Cockatrise Ba. And well thou mightest should Banister deale so Since that I saw you sir my state is mended And for the thousand pound I owe to you I haue it ready for you sir at home And though I greeue your fortune is so bad Yet that my hap 's to helpe you makes me glad And now sir will it please you walke with me Fris. Not yet I cannot for the Lord Chancelour Hath here commaunded me to waight on him For what I know not pray God t is for my good Ba. Neuer make doubt of that I le warrant you He is as kinde a noble gentleman As euer did possesse the place he hath Mi. Ba. Sir my brother is his steward if you please Wea le go along and beare you company I know we shall not want for welcome there Fris. With all my hart but what 's become of Bagot Ba. He is hanged for buying iewels of the Kinges Fris. A iust reward for one so impious The time drawes on sir will you go along Ba. I le follow you kinde maister Friskiball Exit Omnes Enter two Marchants 1. Now maister Crosbie I see you haue a care To keepe your word in paiment of your monie 2. By my faith I haue reason vpon a bond Three thousand pound is too much to forfeit Yet I doubt not Maister Banister 1. By my faith your summe is more then mine And yet I am not much behinde you too Considering that to day I paid at court 2. Masse and well remembred What 's the reason the Lord Cromwels men Weare such long skirts vpon their coates They reach almost downe to their verie ham 1. I will resolue you sir and thus it is The Bishop of Winchester that loues not Cromwell As great men are enuied aswell as lesse A while agoe there was a iarre betweene them And it was brought to my Lord Cromwels eare That Bishop Gardiner would sit on his skirt Vpon which word he made his men long Blew coates And in the Court wore one of them himselfe And meeting with the Bishop quoth he my Lord Here 's skirt enough now for your Grace to sit on Which vexed the Bishop to the very hart This is the reason why they weare long coates 2. T is alwaies seene and marke it for a rule That one great man will enuie still another But t is a thing that nothing concernes me What shall we now to Maister Banisters 1. I come wee le pay him royally for our dinner Exit Enter the Vsher and the Shewer the meate goes ouer the Stage Vsher. Vncouer there Gentlemen Enter Cromwell Bedford Suffolke Old Cromwell Friskiball goodman Seelie and attendants Crom. My noble Lordes of Suffolke and of Bedford Your honors welcome to poore Cromwels house Where is my father nay be couered Father Although that duty to these noble men doth challenge it Yet I le make bolde with them Your head doth beare the callender of care What Cromwell couered and his Father bare It must not be Now sir to you Is not your name Friskiball and a Florentine Fris. My name was Friskiball till cruell fate Did rob me of my name and of my state Crom. What fortune brought you to this countrie now Fri. All other parts hath left me succorlesse Saue onelie this because of debts I haue I hope to gaine for to releeue my want Crom. Did you not once vpon your Florence bridge Helpe two distressed men robd by the Bandetto His name was Cromwell Fri. I neuer made my braine a calender of any good I did I alwaies lou'd this nation with my heart Crom. I am that Cromwell that you there releeued Sixteene Duckets you gaue me for to cloath me Sixteene to beare my charges by the way And sixteene more I had for my horse hier There be those seuerall summes iustlie returnd Yet with iniustice seruing at my need And to repay them without interest Therefore receiue of me these foure seuerall bags In each of them there is foure hundred marke And bring me the names of all your debitors And if they will not see you paide I will O God forbid that I should see him fall That helpt me in my greatest need of all Here stands my Father that

though our maisters loue Did binde vs while his loue was to the King It is no boote now to denie these things Which may be preiuditiall to the state And though that God hath raisde my fortune hyer Then any way I lookt for or deseru'de Yet my life no longer with me dwell Then I prooue true vnto my Soueraigne What say you maister Cromwell haue you those writings I or no Crom. Here are the writings and vpon my knees I giue them vp vnto the worthy Dukes Of Suffolke and of Norffolke he was my Maister And each vertuous part That liued in him I tenderd with my hart But what his head complotted gainst the state My countries loue commands me that to hate His sudden death I greeue for not his fall Because he sought to worke my countries thrall Suff. Cromwell the King shall here of this thy dutie Whom I assure my selfe will well rewarde thee My Lord le ts go vnto his Maiestie And show these writings which he longs to see Exit Norffolke and Suffolke Enter Bedford hastily Bed How now whos 's this Cromwell By by soule welcome to England Thou once didst saue my life didst not Cromwell Crom. If I did so 't is greater glorie for me that you remember it Then of my selfe vainelie to report it Bed Well Cromwell now is the time I shall commend thee to my Souereigne Cheere vp thy selfe for I will raise thy state A Russell yet was neuer found ingrate Exit Hales O how vncertaine is the wheele of state Who latelie greater then the Cardinall For feare and loue and now who lower lies Gaye honours are but Fortunes flatteries And whom this day pride and promotion swels To morrow enuie and ambition quels More Who sees the Cob-web intangle the poore Flie May boldlie say the wretches death is nigh Gard. I know his state and proud ambition Was too too violent to last ouer-long Hales Who soares too neare the sunne with golden winges Mealtes them to ruine his owne fortune bringes Enter the Duke of Suffolke Suf. Cromwell kneele downe in king Henries name Arise sir Thomas Cromwell thus beginnes thy fame Enter the Duke of Norffolke Norf. Cromwell the maiestie of England For the good liking he conceiues of thee Makes thee maister of the iewell house Chiefe Secretarie to himselfe and with all Creates thee one of his highnesse priuie Counsell Enter the Earle of Bedforde Bed Where is sir Thomas Cromwell is he knighted Suf. He is my Lorde Bed Then to adde honour to his name The King creates him Lord keeper of his priuie Seale And maister of the Roules Which you sir Christopher do now enioy The King determines higher place for you Crom. My Lords these honors are too high for my desert More O content thee man who would not choose it Yet thou art wise in seeming to refuse it Gard. Here 's honors titles and promotions I feare this climing will haue a sudden fall Norff. Then come my Lords le ts al together bring This new made Counseller to Englands King Exit all but Gardiner Gard. But Gardiner meanes his glorie shall be dimde Shall Cromwell liue a greater man then I My enuie with his honour now is bred I hope to shorten Cromwell by the head Exit Enter Friskiball very poore Fris. O Friskiball what shall become of thee Where shalt thou go or which way shalt thou turne Fortune that turnes her too vnconstant wheele Hath turn'd thy wealth and riches in the Sea All parts abroade where euer I haue beene Growes wearie of me and denies me succour My debters they that should releeue my want Forsweares my monie saies they owe me none They know my state too meane to beare out law And here in London where I oft haue beene And haue done good to manie a wretched man Am now most wretched here dispisd my selfe In vaine it is more of their hearts to trie Be patient therefore laye thee downe and die He lies downe Enter good man Seely and his wife Ioane Seely Come Ioane come le ts see what hee le doe for vs now Iwis we haue done for him when many a time and often he might haue gone a hungrie hungrie to bed Wife Alas man now he is made a Lord hee le neuer looke vpon vs hee le fullfill the old Prouerbe Set Beggers a horse-backe and thei le ride A welliday for my Cowe such as he hath made vs come behinde hand we had neuer pawnd our Cowe els to pay our rent Seely Well Ioane hee le come this waye and by Gods dickers I le tell him roundlie of it and if hee were tenne Lordes a shall knowe that I had not my Cheese and my Bacon for nothing Wife Doe you remember husband how hee woulde mouch vp my Cheese cakes he hath forgot this now but wee le remember him Seelie I we shall haue now three flappes with a Foxe taile but I faith I le gibber a ioynte but I le tell him his owne staye who comes heere O stand vppe heere hee comes stand vppe Enter Hodge verie fine with a Tipstafe Cromwell the Mace caryed before him Norffolke and Suffolke and attendants Hod. Come away with these beggars here rise vp sirra Come out the good people runne afore there ho Friskiball riseth and stands a farre off Seelie I wee are kicked awaye now wee come for our owne the time hath beene he woulde a looked more friendlye vpon vs And you Hodge we know you well inough though you are so fine Cro. Come hether sirrah stay what men are these My honest Host of Hounslow and his wife I owe thee mony father do I not Seelie I by the bodie of mee dooest thou woulde thou wouldest paye me good foure pound it is I haue a the poste at home Cro. I know t is true sirra giue him ten Angels And looke your wife and you do stay to dinner And while you liue I freelie giue to you Foure pound a yeare for the foure pound I ought you Seelie Art not changed art ould Tom still Now God blesse the good Lord Tom Home Ioane home I le dine with my Lorde Tom to day And thou shalt come next weeke Fetch my Cow home Ioane home Wife Now God blesse thee my good Lorde Tom I le fetch my Cow presentlie Exit Wife Enter Gardiner Cro. Sirra goe to yon stranger tell him I desire him Stay at dinner I must speake with him Gar. My Lorde of Norffolke see you this same bubble That same puffe but marke the end my Lord marke the ende Nor. I promise you I like not somthing he hath done But let that passe the King doth loue him well Cro. God morrow to my Lord of Winchester I know you beare me hard about the Abbie landes Gar. Haue I not reason when religion is wronged You had no colour for what you haue done Cro. Yes the abolishing of Antichrist And of this Popish order from our Realme I am no enemy to religion But what is done it is for Englands good What did they