27Crom. Good morrow, morn, I do salute thy brightness,

28The night seems tedious to my troubled soul:

29Whose black obscuritie binds in my mind

30A thousand sundry cogitations:

31And now Aurora with a lively dye,

32Adds comfort to my spirit that mounts on high.

33Too high indeed, my state being so mean:

34My studie like a mineral of Gold,

35Makes my heart proud, wherein my hope's inroll'd;

37And unto them I have ingag'd my heart;

38O, Learning, how divine thou seems to me!

39Within whose armes is all felicity.

40Peace with your hammers, leave your knocking there,

41You do disturb my study and my rest;

42Leave off, I say, you mad me with the noise.

44Hod. Why, how now, Master Thomas, how now;

45Will you not let us work for you?

46Crom. You fret my heart, with making of this noise.

47Hod. How, fret your heart? I but Thomas, you'll

48Fret your father's purse if you let us from working.

492. I, this 'tis for him to make him a Gentleman:

50Shall we leave work for your musing? that's well ifaith;

51But here comes my old Master now.

53Old Crom. You idle knaves, what are you loytring now?

54No Hammers walking, and my work to doe?

55What, not a heat among your work to day?

57Old Crom.Why knave I say, have I thus cark'd & car'd,

58And all to keep thee like a Gentleman,

59And dost thou let my servants at their work;

60That sweat for thee, knave? labour thus for thee?

61Crom. Father, their Hammers do offend my Studie.

62Old. Crom. Out of my doors, knave, if thou lik'st it not:

63I cry you mercy, are your eares so fine?

64I tell thee, knave, these get when I do sleep;

65I will not have my Anvil stand for thee.

66Crom. There's money, father, I will pay your men.

68Old Crom. Have I thus brought thee up unto my cost,

69In hope that one day thou would'st relieve my age,

70And art thou now so lavish of thy coin,

71To scatter it among these idle knaves?

72Crom. Father, be patient, and content your self,

73The time will come I shall hold gold as trash:

74And here I speak with a presaging soul,

75To build a Pallace where now this Cottage stands,

76As fine as is King Henrie's house at Sheen.

78Now afore God all is but cast away

79That is bestowed upon this thriftless Lad,

80Well, had I bound him to some honest trade,

81This had not been; but it was his mother's doing,

82To send him to the University:

83How? build a House where now this Cottage stands,

84As fair as that at Sheen? he shall not hear me,

85A good Boy Tom, I con thee thank Tom,

86Well said Tom, grammarcies Tom:

87In to your work, knaves; hence saucie Boy.

89Cro. Why should my birth keep down my mounting

90 spirit?

91Are not all creatures subject unto time?

92To time, who doth abuse the world,

93And fills it full of hodge-podge bastardy;

94There's legions now of beggars on the earth,

95That their original did spring from Kings,

96And many Monarchs now, whose Fathers were

97The riffe-raffe of their age; for time and fortune

98Weares out a noble train to beggery;

99And from the Dunghill minions doe advance

100To state: and mark, in this admiring world

101This is but course, which in the name of Fate

102Is seen as often as it whirles about:

103The River Thames that by our door doth passe,

104His first beginning is but small and shallow,

105Yet keeping on his course growes to a Sea.

106And likewise Wolsey, the wonder of our age,

107His birth as mean as mine, a Butchers Son;

108Now who within this Land a greater man?

109Then, Cromwell, cheer thee up, and tell thy soul,

110That thou may'st live to flourish and controule.

112Old Crom. Tom Cromwell, what Tom I say.

113Crom. Doe you call, sir?

114Old Crom. Here is Master Bowser come to know if

115you have dispach'd his petition for the Lords of the

116Council, or no.

117Crom. Father, I have, please you to call him in.

118Old Crom. That's well said, Tom, a good Lad, Tom.

120Bow. Now, Mr. Cromwell, have you dispatch'd this

121 petition?

122Crom. I have, sir, here it is, please you peruse it.

123Bow. It shall not need, we'll read it as we go by water.

124And, Master Cromwell, I have made a motion

125May doe you good, and if you like of it.

126Our Secretary at Antwerpe, sir, is dead,

127And the Merchants there hath sent to me,

128For to provide a man fit for the place:

129Now I doe know none fitter than your self,

130If with your liking it stand, Master Cromwell.

131Crom. With all my heart, sir, and I much am bound,

132In love and duty for your kindnesse shown.

134Get between thee and home, Tom.

135I thank you, good Master Bowser, I thank you for my

136 Boy,

137I thank you alwayes, I thank you most heartily, sir:

138Ho, a Cup of Beer here for Master Bowser.

140Crom. I will attend you, sir.

141Old Crom. Farewell, Tom, God blesse thee, Tom,