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Thomas Lord Cromwell (Folio 3, 1664)


1
Enter three Smiths, Hodge, and two other, old Crom-
well's men.
Hodge.
COme, Masters, I think it be past five a clock,
5Is it not time we were at work?
My old Master he'll 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
afternoon's nap, for my young Master Thomas,
10He keeps such a quile in his studie,
With the Sun, and the Moon, and the seven Starres,
That I do verily think he'll read out his wits.
Hodge. He skill of the starres? there's good-man Car
of Fulham,
15He that carried us to the strong Ale, where goody Trundel
Had her maid got with child: O, he knows the Starres,
He'll tickle you Charles Wain in nine degrees:
That same man will tell goody Trundel
When here Ale shall miscarry, only by the starres.
202. I, that's a great virtue indeed, I think Thomas
Be no body in comparison to him.
1. Well, Masters, come, shall we to our Hammers?
Hod. I, content; first let's take our mornings draught,
And then to work roundly.
252. I, agreed, go in Hodge.
Exeunt omnes.