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Thomas Lord Cromwell (Folio 3, 1664)
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of the Lord Cromwell.
475And farewell Antwerp, if I come no more.
477Exeunt ambo.
478Enter the Governour of the English House, Bagot,
479Banister, his Wife, and two Officers.
482Bag. To tell you true, a wilde brain of his own,
483Such youth as they cannot see when they are well:
484He is all bent to travell, that's his reason,
485And doth not love to eat his bread at home.
486Gov. Well, good fortune with him, if the man be gone.
489But now, sir, for your Jewels that I have,
490What doe you say? what, will you take my price?
492Gov. 'Tis but two hundred pound between us, man,
500Yet in regard I knew the man of wealth,
502Hath faln on him, may light on me or you:
503There is two hundred pound between us,
504We will divide the same, I'le give you one,
505On that condition you will set him free:
510Therefore content your self, this is my minde,
511To doe him good I will not bait a penny.
513A mighty ebbe follows a mighty flood.
515Even as a Serpent for to poyson us,
516If God did ever right a womans wrong,
517To that same God I bend and bow my heart,
518To let his heavy wrath fall on thy head,
519By whom my hopes and joyes are butchered.
522Enter Master Bowser a Merchant.
524 gland,
525What's the best newes? how doth all our friends?
526Bow. They are all well, and doe commend them to
527 you:
528There's Letters from your Brother and your Son:
533I must away, there is no remedy.
535 know it?
537The King of late hath had his treasury robb'd,
541And did confesse that for three hundred pound,
542He sold them to one Bagot dwelling in London:
543Now Bagot's fled, and as we hear, to Antwerpe,
544And hither am I come to seek him out,
546Shall have a hundred pound for their reward.
549Here is the villain Bagot that you seek,
550And all those jewels have I in my hands:
553 paid it.
554Bow. Is this that Bagot? fellowes, bear him hence,
555We will not now stand for his reply;
556Lade him with Irons, we will have him tri'd
557In England where his villanies are known.
559O hang me, drown me, let me kill my self,
560Let go my armes, let me run quick to hell.
562They carry him away.
564 heaven.
565Gov. I heard this Bagot was a wealthy fellow.
567Of Jewels, Coyn, and Plate within his house,
569His furniture fully worth half so much,
570Which being all strain'd for the King,
571He franckly gave it to the Antwerpe Merchants,
572And they again, out of their bounteous mind,
573Have to a brother of their Company,
574A man decay'd by fortune of the Seas,
575Given Bagot's wealth, to set him up again,
576And keep it for him, his name is Banister.
578You have revived two from the gates of death,
579This is that Banister, and this his Wife.
581To bring such tidings as may comfort you.
582Ban. You have given life unto a man deem'd dead,
583For by these newes my life is newly bred.
584Mi. Ba. Thanks to my God, next to my Soveraign
585 King,
588For finding Bagot, I freely give to you.
590I'le bear you company, when you crosse the Seas.
592Stands with your liking, I'le wait on you.
597Knaves have their due, and you but what you merit.
598Exeunt omnes.
599Enter Cromwell and Hodge in their Shirts,
600and without Hats.
Marry