The History of Thomas Lord Cromwell (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter Winchester, Suffolk, Norfolk, Bedford, Ser-
1555
jeant at armes, the Herald, and Halberts.
¶Serjeant at armes, be bould in your office,
¶Herald, deliver your Proclamation.
1560The late Lord Cromwell, Lord Chancellor of England,
¶Vicar general over the Realm,
¶Him to hold and esteem as a traitor,
¶Against the Crown and dignity of England:
¶So God save the King.
1565Gar. Amen.
¶Bed. Amen, and root thee from the land,
¶Nor. Make a lane there, the traitor is at hand,
¶Keep back Cromwell's men:
1570Drown them if they come on, Serjeant your office?
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Enter Cromwell, they make a lane with their Halberts.
¶Sirs, come along.
¶Gar. Kill them, if they come on.
1575Ser. Lord Cromwell, in King Henries name,
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Cromwell's men offer to draw.
¶Gar. This is no place to reckon up your crime,
¶Your Dove-like looks were view'd with serpents eyes.
1585But, Gardiner, do thy worst, I fear thee not,
¶My faith compar'd with thine, as much shall pass,
¶As doth the Diamond excell the glass:
1590Nor. My Lord, my Lord, matters are too well known,
¶And is it time the King had note thereof.
¶Crom. The King, let me go to him face to face,
¶No better triall I desire then that,
¶Let him but say, that Cromwell's faith was fained,
1595Then Let my Honour, and my Name be stained:
¶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.
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Exit Cromwell and the Lieutenant.
¶Gar. My Lord of Bedford, come, you weep for him,
¶That would not shed a tear for you.
