The History of Thomas Lord Cromwell (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter Cromwell and his train.
¶I'd take my ease to morrow after trouble,
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The messenger brings the Letter,
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he puts it in his pocket.
¶Mes. Sir, here's a Letter from my Lord of Bedford.
¶Crom. O good my friend, commend me to thy Lord,
¶Hold, take those Angels, drink them for thy pains.
¶To morrow, tell him, he shall hear from me,
¶Set on before there, and away to Lambeth.
Exeunt omnes.
