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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

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. Imprinted at London for William Iones and are to be solde at his house neere Holburne conduict at the signe of the Gunne 1602 The life and death of the Lord Cromwell Enter three Smithes Hodge and two other old Cromwels men Hodge COme masters I thinke it be past fiue a clock Is it not time we were at worke My old Master hee le be stirring anon 1. I cannot tell whether my old master will be stirring or no but I am sure I can hardly take my afternoones nap for my young Maister Thomas He keepes such a quile in his studie With the Sunne and the Moone and the seauen starres That I do verily thinke hee le read out his wits Hodge He skill of the starres there 's goodman Car of Fulhum He that carryed vs to the strong Ale where goodie Trundell Had her maide got with childe O he knowes the Starres Hee le tickle you Charles Waine in nine degrees That same man will tell you goodie Trundell When her Ale shall miscarie onely by the starres 2. I that 's a great vertue indeed I thinke Thomas Be nobody in comparison to him 1. Well maisters come shall we to our hammers Hodge I content first le ts take our mornings draught And then to worke roundly 2. I agreed goe in Hodge Exit omnes Enter young Cromwell Crom. Good morrow morne I doe salute thy brightnesse The night seemes tedious to my troubled soule Whose black obscuritie binds in my minde A thousand sundry cogitations And now Aurora with a liuely dye Addes comfort to my spirit that mountes on high Too high indeede my state being so meane My study like a minerall of golde Makes my hart proude wherein my hope 's inrowld My bookes is all the wealth I do possesse Here within they must beate with their hammers And vnto them I haue ingaged my hart O learning how deuine thou seemes to me Within whose armes is all felicity Peace with your hammers leaue your knocking there You doe disturbe my study and my rest Leaue off I say you madde me with the noyse Enter Hodge and the two Men Hodge Why how now Maister Thomas how now Will you not let vs worke for you Crom. You fret my hart with making of this noise Hod. How fret your hart I but Thomas you le Fret your fathers purse if you let vs from working 2. I this t is for him to make him a gentleman Shal we leaue worke for your musing that 's well I faith But here comes my olde maister now Enter olde Cromwell Old Cro. You idle knaues what are you loytring now No hammers walking and my worke to do What not a heate among your worke to day Hod. Marrie sir your sonne Thomas will not let vs worke at all Old Cro. Why knaue I say haue I thus carkde car'd And all to keepe thee like a gentleman And dost thou let my seruants at their worke That sweat for thee knaue labour thus for thee Cro. Father their hammers doe offend my studie Old Cro. Out of my doores knaue if thou likest it not I crie you mercie is your eares so fine I tell thee knaue these get when I doe sleepe I will not haue my Anuill stand for thee Crom. There 's monie father I will pay your men He throwes money among thē Old Cro. Haue I thus brought thee vp vnto my cost In hope that one day thou wouldst releeue my age And art thee now so lauish of thy coine To scatter it among these idle knaues Cro. Father be patient and content your selfe The time will come I shall hold golde as trash And here I speake with a presaging soule To build a pallace where now this cottage standes As fine as is King Henries house at Sheene Old Cro. You build a house you knaue you le be a begger Now afore God all is but cast away That is bestowed vpon this thriftlesse lad Well had I bound him to some honest trade This had not beene but it was his mothers doing To send him to the Vniuersitie How build a house where now this cottage standes As faire as that at Sheene he shall not here me A good boy Tom I con thee thanke Tom Well said Tom gramarcies Tom In to your worke knaues hence you sausie boy Exit all but young Cromwell Cro. Why should my birth keepe downe my mounting spirit Are not all creatures subiect vnto time To time who doth abuse the world And filles it full of hodge-podge bastardie There 's legions now of beggars on the earth That their originall did spring from Kings And manie Monarkes now whose fathers were The riffe-raffe of their age for Time and Fortune Weares out a noble traine to beggerie And from the dunghill minions doe aduance To state and marke in this admiring world This is but course which in the name of Fate Is seene as often as it whirles about The Riuer Thames that by our doore doth passe His first beginning is but small and shallow Yet keeping on his course growes to a sea And likewise Wolsey the wonder of our age His birth as meane as mine a Butchers sonne Now who within this land a greater man Then Cromwell cheere thee vp and tell thy soule That thou maist liue to flourish and controule Enter olde Cromwell Old Crom. Tom Cromwell what Tom I say Crom. Do you call sir Old Crom. Here is maister Bowser come to know if you haue dispatched his petition for the Lords of the counsell or no Crom. Father I haue please you to call him in Old Crom. That 's well said Tom a good lad Tom Enter Maister Bowser Bow Now Maister Cromwell haue you dispatched this petition Crom. I haue sir here it is please you peruse it Bow It shall not need wee le read it as we go by water And Maister Cromwell I haue made a motion May do you good and if you like of it Our Secretarie at Antwarpe sir is dead And the Marchants there hath sent to me For to prouide a man fit for the place Now I do know none fitter then yourselfe If with your liking it stand maister Cromwell Crom. With all my hart sir and I much am bound In loue and dutie for your kindnesse showne Old Cro Body of me Tom make hast least some body Get betweene thee and home Tom I thanke you good maister Bowser I thanke you for my boy I thanke you alwayes I thanke you most hartely sir Hoe a cup of Beere there for maister Bowser Bow It shall not need sir maister Cromwell will you go Crom. I will attend you sir Old Crom. Farewell Tom God blesse thee Tom God speed thee good Tom Exit omnes Enter Bagot a Broker solus Bag. I hope this day is fatall vnto some And by their losse must Bagot seeke to gaine

friend afore my Lordship will follow thee Exit Gou. Well Mantua since by thee the Earle is lost Within few dayes I hope to see thee crosd Exit omnes Enter Chorus Cho. Thus farre you see how Cromwelles fortune passed The Earle of Bedford being safe in Mantua Desires Cromwells companie into France To make requitall for his courtesie But Cromwell doth denie the Earle his sute And telles him that those partes he meant to see He had not yet set footing on the land And so directlie takes his way to Spaine The Earle to France and so they both do part Now let your thoughtes as swift as is the winde Skip some few yeares that Cromwell spent in trauell And now imagine him to be in England Seruant vnto the maister of the Roules Wherein short time there he beganne to florish An houre shall show you what few yeares 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 do 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 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 do miscreate Salue thou with curtesie if welcome want Full bowles and ample banquets will seeme scant Crom. Sir what soeuer lies in me Assure I will shew my vtmost dutie Exit Crom. Hales About it then the Lords will striaght 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 destinie Enter Messenger Mess. Sir the Lords be at hand Hales They are welcome bid Cromwell straight attend vs 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 Lordes if wordes could show the ample welcome That my free hart affordes you I could then become a prater But I now must deale like a feast Polititian With your Lordshippes 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 bodie is 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 freer soules Then hungerstarued and ill complexioned spaniardes They that are rich in Spaine spare bellie foode To deck 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 bellie euill Are in my iudgement Spaines three headed diuell Mo. Indeede it is a plague vnto their nation And stager after in blinde imitation Hal. My Lords with welcome I present your Lordships A sollemne health Mo. I loue health well but when healthes doe bring Paine to the head and bodies surfeting Then cease I healthes nay spill not friend For though the drops be small Yet haue they force to force men to the wall Wol. Sir Christopher is that your man Hal. And like your grace he is a Scholler and a Lingest One that hath trauelled manie partes of Christendome my Lorde Wol. My friend come nearer haue you beene a traueller Cro. My Lord I haue added to my knowledge the loe 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 Courtes as you haue trauelled Cro. My Lord no Court with England may compare Neither for state nor ciuill gouernement 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 spirite More then can be discerned by outwarde eye Sir Cristopher 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 Lorde Wol. Then Cromwell here we make thee Solliciter of our causes And nearest next our selfe Gardiner giue you kinde welcome to the man Gardiner imbraces him Mo. My Lorde you are a royall Winer Hath got a man besides your bountious dinner Well Knight praie we come no more If we come often or shut vp thy doore Wol. Sir Christopher Hales hadst thou giuen me Halfe thy landes thou couldest not haue pleased me So much as with this man of thine My infant thoughtes do spell Shortlie his fortune shall be lifted higher True industrie doth kindle honours fier And so kinde maister of the Roules farewell Hal. Cromwell farewell Cro. 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 go in Wolsay that loued him as he did his life Committed all his treasure to his hands VVolsay is dead and Gardiner his man Is now created Bishop of UUinchestor Pardon if we omit all UUolsayes life Because our play dependes on Cromwelles death Now sit and see his highest state of all His haight of rysing and his sodaine fall Pardon the errors is all readie 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 Norffolke and of Suffolke Sir Thomas Moore Sir Christopher Halles and Cromwell Nor. Maister Cromwell since Cardinall VVolsayes 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 VVinchester is it not so Gar. My Lord of Norfolke we two weare whilom fellowes And maister Cromwell