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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

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

kindnesse toulde them what Woode the shippe was made of and they in kindnesse eate vp my victualles as indeede one good turne asketh another Well would I could I finde my maister Thomas in this Dutch Towne he might put some English Beare into my bellie Cro. What Hodge my fathers man by my hand welcome How doth my father what 's the newes at home Hod. Maister Thomas O God maister Thomas your hand gloue and all this is to giue you to vnderstanding that your father is in health and Alice Downing here hath sent you a Nutmeg Besse Make a race of Ginger my fellow Will Tom hath between them sent you a dozen of pointes good man Tolle of the Goate a paire of mittons my selfe came in person and this is all the newes Cro. Gramarsie good Hodge and thou art welcome to me But in as ill a time thou comest as may be For I am traueling into Italie What saist thou Hodge wilt thou beare me companie Hodge Will I beare thee companie Tom what tell'st me of Italie were it to the furthest part of Flaunders I would goe with thee Tom I am thine in all weale and woe thy owne to commaund what Tom I haue passed the rigorous waues of Neptunes blastes I tell you Thomas I haue beene in the danger of the flouds and when I haue seene Boreas beginne to plaie the Ruffin with vs then would I downe of my knees and call vppon Vulcan Cro. And why vpon him Hod. Because as this same fellow Neptune is God of the Seas so Vulcan is Lord ouer the Smithes and therefore I being a Smith thought his Godhead would haue some care yet of me Crom. A good conceit but tell hast thou dined yet Hod. Thomas to speake the truth not a bit yet I Crom. Come go with me thou shalt haue cheere good store And farewell Antwarpe if I come no more Hodg. I follow thee sweet Tom I follow thee Exit omnes Enter the Gouernour of the English house Bagot Banister his wife and two officers Gouer. Is Cromwell gone then say you maister Bagot What dislike I pray what was the cause Bag. To tell you true a wilde braine of his owne Such youth as they cannot see when they are well He is all bent to trauaile that 's his reason And doth not loue to eate his bread at home Gou. Well good fortune with him if the man be gone We hardly shall finde such a one as he To fit our turnes his dealings were so honest But now sir for your Iewels that I haue What do you say will you take my prise Bag. O sir you offer too much vnderfoote Gou. T is but two hundred pound betweene vs man What 's that in paiment of fiue thousand pound Bag. Two hundred pound birladie sir t is great Before I got so much it made me sweat Gou. Well Maister Bagot I le proffer you fairelie You see this Marchant maister Banister Is going now to prison at your sute His substance all is gone what would you haue Yet in regarde I knew the man of wealth Neuer dishonest dealing but such mishaps Hath falne on him may light on me or you There is two hundred pound betweene vs We will deuide the same I le giue you one On that condition you will set him free His state is nothing that you see your selfe And where naught is the King must lose his right Bag. Sir sir you speake out of your loue T is foolish loue sir sure to pittie him Therefore content your selfe this is my minde To do him good I will not bate a penie Ban. This is my comfort though thou doost no good A mighty ebbe followes a mighty floud Mi. Ba. O thou base wretch whom we haue fostered Euen as a Serpent for to poyson vs If God did euer right a womans wrong To that same God I bend and bow my heart To let his heauy wrath fall on thy head By whome my hopes and ioyes are butchered Bag. Alas fond woman I praie thee praie thy worst The Fox fares better still when he is curst Enter Maister Bowser a Marchant Go. Maister Bowser your welcome sir from England What 's the best newes how doth all our friendes Bow They are all well and do commend them to you There 's letters from your brother and your sonne So falre you well sir I must take my leaue My hast and businesse doth require such Go. Before you dine sir what go you out of towne Bow I faith vnlesse I here some newes in towne I must away there is no remedie Gou. Maister Bowser what is your busines may I know it You may sir and so shall all the Cittie Bow The King of late hath had his treasurie rob'd And of the choysest iewelles that he had The value of them was some seauen thousand pound The fellow that did steale these solewels he is hanged And did confesse that for three hundred pound He sould them to one Bagot dwelling in London Now Bagot 's fled and as we here to Antwarpe And hether am I come to seeke him out And they that first can tell me of his newes Shall haue a hundred pound for their reward Ba. How iust is God to right the innocent Gou. Maister Bowser you come in happie time Here is the villaine Bagot that you seeke And all those iewels haue I in my handes Officers looke to him hould him fast Bag. The diuell ought me a shame and now hath paide it Bow Is this that Bagot fellowes beare him hence We will not now stand for his replie Lade him with Yrons we will haue him tride In England where his villanies are knowne Bag. Mischiefe confusion light vpon you all O hang me drowne me let me kill my selfe Let go my armes let me run quick to hell Bow Away beare him away stop the slaues mouth They carry him away Mi. Ba. Thy workes are infinite great God of heauen Gou. I hard this Bagot was a wealthie fellow Bow He was indeed for when his goods were zeased Of Iewels coine and Plate within his house Was found the value of fiue thousand pound His furniture fullie worth halfe so much Which being all strainde for for the King He francklie gaue it to the Antwarpe marchants And they againe out of their bountious minde Hath to a brother of their companie A man decaide by fortune of the Seas Giuen Bagots wealth to set him vp againe And keepe it for him his name is Banister Gou. Maister Bowser with this happie newes You haue reuiued two from the gates of death This is that Banister and this his wife Bow Sir I am glad my fortune is so good To bring such tidings as may comfort you Ban. You haue giuen life vnto a man deemed dead For by these newes my life is newlie bred Mi. Ba. Thankes to my God next to my Soueraigne King And last to you that these good hopes doth bring Gou. The hundred pound I must receiue as due For finding Bagot