1501Bed. My soul is like a water troubled,

1502And Gardiner is the man that makes it so;

1503O Cromwell, I do fear thy end is near:

1504Yet I'le prevent their malice if I can,

1505And in good time, see where the man doth come,

1506Who little knows how near's his day of doom.

1509Cro. You'r well encountred, my good Lord of Bedford,

1510Pray Pardon me, I am sent for to th'King,

1511And do not know the businesse yet my self,

1512So fare you well, for I must needs be gone.

1514Bed. You must, well, what remedy?

1515I fear too soon you must be gone indeed,

1516The King hath businesse, but little do'st thou know,

1517Whose busie for thy life: thou think'st not so.

1519Crom. The second time well met my Lord of Bedford.

1520I am very sorry that my haste is such,

1521Lord Marquess Dorset being sick to death,

1522I must receive of him the privy Seale

1523At Lambeth, soon my Lord, we'll talk our fill.

1525Bed. How smooth and easie is the way to death.

1527Mes. My Lord, the Dukes of Norfolk and of Suffolk,

1528Accompanied with the Bishop of Winchester,

1529Intreats you to come presently to Lambeth,

1530On earnest matters that concerns the State.

1531Bed. To Lambeth, so: go fetch me pen and ink,

1532I and Lord Cromwell there shall talk enough:

1533I, and our last, I fear, and if he come.

1535Here, take this Letter, and bear it to Lord Cromwell,

1536Bid him read it, say it concerns him near,

1537Away, be gone, make all the haste you can,