The History of Thomas Lord Cromwell (Folio 3, 1664)
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The Life and Death
¶Then if my faith's confirmed with his reason,
¶Mean time with patience content your self.
¶Cromwell rejoyceth one friend sheds a tear:
1605And whether is't? which way must Cromwell now?
¶Lieutenant, take him to your charge.
¶Let me conferre a little with my men.
¶Norfolk, farewell, thy turn will be the next.
1615
Exit Cromwell and the Lieutenant.
¶Gar. My Lord of Bedford, come, you weep for him,
¶That would not shed a tear for you.
¶
Enter two Citizens.
1625I hardly will believe it can be so.
¶Condition I spent half the wealth I have;
¶And afterward committed to the Tower.
¶2. Kind, Noble Gentleman: I may rue the time;
¶All that I have, I did enjoy by him,
¶And if he die, then all my state is gone.
¶The grace and favour he had with the King,
¶Hath caus'd him have so many enemies:
1640Must not be great, for then he is envied at.
¶For where the King doth love above compare,
¶Of others they as much more envied are.
1645He did so many charitable deeds.
¶And they before would smile him in the face,
1650What, will you go along unto the Court?
¶1. I care not if I doe, and hear the newes,
¶How men will judge what shall become of him.
¶Go you to the Court. I'le go into the City,
1655There I am sure to hear more newes then you.
¶
Enter Cromwell in the Tower.
¶And think upon thy state, and of the time:
1660Thy honours came unsought, I, and unlooked for,
¶They fall as sudden, and unlooked for too:
¶What glory was in England that I had not?
¶Who in this Land commanded more then Cromwell?
¶Except the King, who greater then my self?
¶The greater men, more sudden is their fall.
¶And now I doe remember, the Earl of Bedford
¶And afterward sent unto me a Letter,
1670The which I think I have still in my Pocket,
¶Now may I read it, for I now have leisure,
¶And this I take it is.
He reads the Letter.
¶ My Lord, come not this night to Lambeth,
¶For if you doe, your state is overthrown.
1675And much I doubt your life, and if you come:
¶O God, had I but read this Letter,
¶Then had I been free from the Lyons paw:
¶Deferring this to read untill to morrow,
¶
Enter the Lieutenant of the Tower and Officers.
¶Now, Master Lieutenant, when's this day of death?
¶Here are the Dukes of Suffolk and of Norfolk,
1685Winchester, Bedford, and Sir Richard Ratcliffe,
¶With others, but why they come I know not.
¶Crom. No matter wherefore, Cromwell is prepar'd,
¶Bid them come in, or you shall doe them wrong,
¶Learning kills Learning, and, instead of Ink
¶To dip his Pen, Cromwell's heart blood doth drink.
¶
Enter all the Nobles.
1695Crom. One good among you, none of you are bad:
¶For my part, it best fits me be alone,
¶What, is the King acquainted with my cause?
¶He will by no meanes admit you to his presence.
¶Did he but yesterday embrace my neck,
¶And is his Princely eares so much bewitched
¶That now he doth deny to look on me?
¶Well, my Lord of Winchester, no doubt but you
1710Are much in favour with his Majesty,
¶Will you bear a Letter from me to his Grace?
¶Gar. Pardon me, I'le bear no Traitors Letters.
1715Gard. That will I.
¶Crom. But on your honour will you?
¶Gar. I, on my honour.
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