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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

be preiudiciall 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 Norfolke he was my Maister And each vertuous part That liued in him I tendered 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 reward thee My Lord le ts goe vnto his Maiestie And show these writings which he longs to see Exit Norfolke and Suffolke Enter Bedford hastily Bed How now whos 's this Cromwell By my soule welcome to England Thou once didst saue my life didst not Cromwell Cro If I did so 't is greater glory for me that you remember it Then for my selfe vainely to report it Bed Well Cromwell now is the time I shall commend thee to my Soueraigne Cheere vp thy selfe for I will raise thy state A Russel yet was neuer found ingrate Exit Hales O how vncertaine is the wheele of state Who lately greater then the Cardinall For feare and loue and now who lower lies Gay honours are but Fortunes flatteries And whom this day pride and promotion swel● To morrow enuie and ambition quels Moore Who sees the Cob-web intangle the poore Flie May boldly 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 brings 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 Norfolke Norf. Cromwell the Maiestie of England For the good liking he conceiues of thee Makes thee Maister of the iewell house Chiefe Secretary to himselfe and with all Creates thee one of his highnesse priue Counsell Enter the Earle of Bedford Bed Where is sir Thoma Cromwell is he knighted Suf. He is my Lord. Bed Then to adde honour to his name The King creates him Lord keeper of his priuie S●ale And Maister of the Roules Which you sir Christopher doe now enioy The King determines higher place for you Crom. My Lords these honors are too high for my desert Moore 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 Norf. Then come my Lords le ts altogether bring This new made Counseller to Englands King Exit all but Gardiner Gard. But Gardiner meanes is glory shall be dim'd Shall Cromwell liue a greater men 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 so thee Where shalt thou goe 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 weary of me and denies me succour My debters they that should reserue my want Forsweares my mony saies they owe me none They know my state too meane to beare out law And here in London where I 〈…〉 beene And haue done good to many a w●●ched man Am now most wretched here dispisd my selfe In vaine it is more of their hearts to try 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 I wis wee haue done for him when many a time and often hee might haue gone a hungry to bed Wife Alas man now he is made a Lord hee le neuer looke vpon vs hee le fulfill the old Prouerbe set Beggers a horse-backe thei le ride a wells day for my cow 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 way and by Gods dickers I le tell him roundly of it and if hee were tenne LORDS a shall know that I had not my Cheefe and my Bacon for nothing Wife Doe you remember husband how hee would mouch vp my Cheese cakes hee hath forgot this now but now wee le remember him Seely I we shall haue now three flappes with a Foxe taile but I faith I le gibber a ioynt but I le tell him his owne stay who comes here O stand vp here he comes stand vp Enter Hodge very fine with a Tipstafe Cromwell the Mace caryed before him Norfolke and Suffolke and attendants Hod. Come away with these beggars here rise vp sirra Come out good people runne afore there no. Friskiball riseth and stands a farre off Seely I vvee are kicked away now vvee come for our owne the time hath beene hee vvould a looked more friendly vpon vs And you Hodge we know you well inough though you are so fine Crom. Come hether sirrah stay what men are these My honest Host of Hounslow and his wife I owe thee mony father doe I not Seely I by the body of mee dooest thou vvould thou wouldest pay mee good foure pound it is I haue a the poste at home Crow I know t is true sirrah giue him ten Angels And looke your wife and you doe stay to dinner And while you liue I freely giue to you Foure pound a yeere for the soure pound I ought you Seely Art not changed art ould Tom still Now God blesse the good Lord Tom Home Ioane home I le dine with my Lord Tom to day And thou shalt come next weeke Fetch my Cow home Ioane home Wife Now God blesse thee my good Lord Tom I le fetch my Cow presently Exit Wife Enter Cardiner Crom. Sirra goe to yon stranger tell him I desire him Stay to dinner I must speake with him Gard. My Lord of Norfolke see you this same bubble That same puffe but marke the end my Lord marke the end Norf. I promise you I like not something he hath done But let that passe the King doth loue him well Crom. Good morrow to my Lord of Winchester I know you beare me hard about the Abby lands Gard. Haue I not reason when religion is wronged You had no colour for what you haue done Crom. Yes the abolishing of Antichrist And of his Popish order from our Realme I am no enemy to religion But what is done it is for Englands good What did they serue for but to feede a sort Of lazie Abbots and of full fed Fryers They neither plow nor sowe and yet they reape The

another well would I could I finde my Maister Thomas in this Dutch Towne he might put some English Beare into my belly Crom. 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 and Besse Make water a race of Ginger my fellow Will and Tom hath betweene them sent you a dozen of points and goodman Tolle of the Goate a paire of mittons my selfe came in person and this is all the newes Crom. Gramarsie good Hodge and thou art welcome to me But in as ill a time thou commest as may be For I am trauelling into Italy What saist thou Hodge wilt thou beare me company Hodge Will I beare thee company Tom what tell'st me of Italy were it to the furthest part of Flanders 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 play the Ruffin with vs then would I downe a my knees and call vpon Vulcan Crom. And why vpon him Hod. Because as this same fellow Neptune is God of the Seas so Vulcan is LORD ouer the Smiths and therefore I being a Smith thought his Godhead would haue some care yet of me Crom. A good conceit but tell me hast thou din'd yet Hod. Thomas to speake the truth not a bit yet I. Crom. Come goe 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 amb● 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 doe you say what 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 fairely 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 diuide 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 doe him good I will not bate a penie Ban. This is my comfort though thou dost 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 heany wrath fall on thy head By whom my hopes and ioyes are butchered Bag. Alas fond woman I prethee pray thy worst The Fox fares better still when he is curst Enter Maister Bowser a Marchant Gou. Maister Bowser your welcome sir from England What 's the best newes How doth all our friends Bow They are all well and doe commend them to you There 's letters from your brother and your sonne So faire you well sir I must take my leaue My hast and businesse doth require so Gou. Before you dine sir what goe you out of towne Bow I faith vnlesse I here some newes in towne I must away there is no remedy Gou. Maister Bowser what is your busines may I know it You may sir and so shall all the Citie Bow The King of late hath had his treasury rob'd And of the choysest iewels that he had The value of them was seauen thousand pounds The fellow that did steale these iewels is hanged And did confesse that for three hundred pound He sould them to one Bagor 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 Ban. How iust is God to right the innocent Gou. Maister Bowser you come in happy time Here is the villaine Bagot that you seeke And all those iewels haue I in my hands Officers looke to him hould him fast Bag. The diuell ought me a shame and now hath paid it Bow Is this that Bagot fellowes beare him hence We will not now stand for his reply Lade him with Yrons wee 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 goe 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 wealthy fellow Bow He was indeed for when his goods were zeased Of Iewels coyne and Plate within his house Was found the value of fiue thousand pound His furniture fully worth halfe so much Which being all strainde for the King He franckly gaue it to the Antwarpe Marchants And they againe out of their bounteous minde Hath to a brother of their company A man decaid 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 happy 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 deemd dead For by these newes my life is newly bred Mi. Ba. Thankes to my God next to my Soueraigne King And last to you that these good newes doe bring Gou. The hundred pound I must receiue as due For finding Bagot I freely giue to you Bow And Maister Banister if so you please I le beare you company when you crosse the Seas Ban. If it

thee crost Exit omnes Enter Chorus Ch● Thus farre you see how Cromwells fortune passed The Earle of Bedford being safe in Mantua Desires Cromwells company into France To make requitall for his courtesie But Cromwell doth denie the Earle his sute And telles him that those parts he meant to see He had not yet set footing on the land And so directly takes his way to Spaine The Earle to France and so they both doe part Now let your thoughts as swift as is the winde Skip some few yeeres that Cromwell spent in trauell And now imagine him to be in England Seruant vnto the Maister of the Roules Where in short time he there beganne to florish An houre shall show you what few yeeres did cherish Exit The Musick playes they bring out the banquet Enter Sir Christopher Hales and Cromwell and two seruants Hales Come sirs be carefull of your Maisters credit And as our bountie now exceedes the figure Of common entertainment so doe you With lookes as free as is your Maisters soule Giue formall welcome to the thronged tables That shall receiue the Cardinals followers And the attendants of the great Lord Chancellor But all my care Cromwell depends on thee Thou art a man differing from vulgar forme And by how much thy spirit is ranckt boue these In rules of Arte by so much it shines brighter by trauell Whose obseruance pleades his merit In a most learned yet vnaffecting spirit Good Cromwell cast an eye of faire regarde Bout all my house and what this ruder flesh Through ignorance or wine doe miscreate Salue thou with curtesie if welcome want Full bowles and ample banquets will seeme scant Crom. Sir whatsoeuer lies in me Assure you I will shew my vtmost duty Exit Crom. Hales About it then the Lords will straight be here Cromwell thou hast those parts would rather sute The seruice of the state then of my house I looke vpon thee with a louing eye That one day will prefer thy destiny Enter Messenger Mess Sir the Lords be at hand Hales They are welcome bid Cromwell straight attendys And looke you all things be in perfect readinesse The Musicke playes Enter Cardinall Wolsay Sir Thomas Moore and Gardiner Wol. O sir Christopher you are too liberall what a banket to Hal. My Lords if words could show the ample welcome That my free hart affords you I could then become a prater But I now must deale like a feast Polititian With your Lordships deferre your welcome till the banket end That it may then salue our defect of faire Yet Welcome now and all that tend on you Wol. Thankes to the kinde Maister of the Roules Come and sit downe sit downe sir Thomas Moore T is strange how that we and the Spaniard differ Their dinner is our banquet after dinner And they are men of actiue disposition This I gather that by their sparing meate Their body more fitter for the warres And if that famine chance to pinch their mawes Being vsde to fast it breedes lesse paine Hal. Fill me some Wine I le answere Cardinall Wolsay My Lord we Englishmen are of more heer soules Then hunger staru'd and ill complexioned spaniards They that are rich in Spaine spare belly foode To decke their backes with an Italian hoode And Silkes of Ciuill And the poorest Snake That feedes on Lemmons Pilchers and neare heated His pallet with sweete flesh will beare a case More fat and gallant then his starued face Pride the Inquisition and this belly-euill Are in my iudgement Spaines three headed diuell Mo. Indeede it is a plague vnto their nation Who stager after in blinde imitation Hal. My Lords with welcome I present your Lordships A solemne health Mo. I loue health well but when as health● doe bring Paine to the head and bodies surfetting Then cease I health● nay spill not friend For though the drops be small Yet haue they force to force men to the wall Wel. Sir Christopher is that your man Hal. And like your grace he is a Scholler and a Li●guest One that hath trauelled many parts of Christendome my Lord. Wol. My friend come nearer haue you beene a traueller Cro. My Lord I haue added to my knowledge the low countries France Spaine Germanie and Italie And though small gaine of profit I did finde Yet did it please my eye content my minde Wol. What doe you thinke of the seuerall states And Princes Courts as you haue trauelled Crom. My Lord no Court with England may compare Neither for state nor ciuill gouernment Lust dwelles in France in Italie and Spaine From the poore pesant to the Princes traine In Germanie and Holland riot serues And he that most can drinke most he deserues England I praise not for I here was borne But that she laugheth the others vnto scorne Wol. My Lord there dwelles within that spirit More then can be discern'd by outward eye Sir Christopher will you part with your man Hal. I haue sought to proffer him to your Lordship And now I see he hath preferred himselfe Wol. What is thy name Crom. Cromwell my Lord. Wol. Then Cromwell here we make thee soliciter of our causes And nearest next our selfe Gardiner giue you kinde welcome to the man Gardiner imbraces him Mo. My Lord you are a royall Winer Hath got a man besides your bountious dinner Well Knight pray we come no more If we come often thou maist shut thy doore Wol. Sir Christopher hadst thou giuen me Halfe thy lands thou couldest not haue pleased me So much as with this man of thine My infant thoughts doe spell Shortly his fortune shall be lifted higher True industry doth kindle honours fire And so kinde Maister of the Roules farewell Hal. Cromwell farewell Crom. Cromwell takes his leaue of you That neare will leaue to loue and honour you Exit Omnes Enter Chorus Cho. Now Cromwells highest fortunes doth begin The Musicke playes as they goe in Wolsay that lou'd him as he did his life Committed all his treasure to his hands Wolsay is dead and Gardiner his man Is now created Bishop of Winchester Pardon if we omit all Wolsayes life Because our play depends on Cromwells death Now sit and see his highest state of all His height of rysing and his sodaine fall Pardon the errors is all ready past And liue in hope the best doth come at last My hope vpon your fauour doth depend And looke to haue your liking ere the end Exit Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester the Dukes of Norfolke and of Suffolke Sir Thomas Moore Sir Christopher Halles and Cromwell Nor. Maister Cromwell since Cardinall Wolsayes death His Maiestie is giuen to vnderstand There 's certaine billes and writings in your hand That much concernes the state of England My Lord of Winchester is it not so Gar. My Lord of Norfolke we two were whilome fellowes And Maister Cromwell though our Maisters loue Did binde vs while his loue was to the King It is no boote now to deny those things Which may