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  • Title: Thomas Lord Cromwell (Folio 3, 1664)

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    Authors: Anonymous, William Shakespeare
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    Thomas Lord Cromwell (Folio 3, 1664)

    Enter Cromwell and his train.
    1540Crom. Is the Barge ready? I will straight to Lambeth,
    And if this one dayes businesse, once were past,
    I'd take my ease to morrow after trouble,
    How now my friend, would'st thou speak with me?
    The messenger brings the Letter,
    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.
    Mes. He doth desire your Grace to read it,
    1550Because he sayes it doth concern you near.
    Crom. Bid him assure himself of that, farewell,
    To morrow, tell him, he shall hear from me,
    Set on before there, and away to Lambeth.
    Exeunt omnes.