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A11265	The true chronicle historie of the whole life and death of Thomas Lord Cromwell As it hath beene sundrie times publikely acted by the right honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by W.S.	W. S.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attrib. author. aut; Smith, Wentworth, fl. 1601-1623, attrib. author. aut	1602 (1602)	STC 21532; ESTC S104562	30,280	52

though our maisters loue Did binde vs while his loue was to the King It is no boote now to denie these things Which may be preiuditiall to the state And though that God hath raisde my fortune hyer Then any way I lookt for or deseru'de Yet my life no longer with me dwell Then I prooue true vnto my Soueraigne What say you maister Cromwell haue you those writings I or no Crom. Here are the writings and vpon my knees I giue them vp vnto the worthy Dukes Of Suffolke and of Norffolke he was my Maister And each vertuous part That liued in him I tenderd with my hart But what his head complotted gainst the state My countries loue commands me that to hate His sudden death I greeue for not his fall Because he sought to worke my countries thrall Suff. Cromwell the King shall here of this thy dutie Whom I assure my selfe will well rewarde thee My Lord le ts go vnto his Maiestie And show these writings which he longs to see Exit Norffolke and Suffolke Enter Bedford hastily Bed How now whos 's this Cromwell By by soule welcome to England Thou once didst saue my life didst not Cromwell Crom. If I did so 't is greater glorie for me that you remember it Then of my selfe vainelie to report it Bed Well Cromwell now is the time I shall commend thee to my Souereigne Cheere vp thy selfe for I will raise thy state A Russell yet was neuer found ingrate Exit Hales O how vncertaine is the wheele of state Who latelie greater then the Cardinall For feare and loue and now who lower lies Gaye honours are but Fortunes flatteries And whom this day pride and promotion swels To morrow enuie and ambition quels More Who sees the Cob-web intangle the poore Flie May boldlie say the wretches death is nigh Gard. I know his state and proud ambition Was too too violent to last ouer-long Hales Who soares too neare the sunne with golden winges Mealtes them to ruine his owne fortune bringes Enter the Duke of Suffolke Suf. Cromwell kneele downe in king Henries name Arise sir Thomas Cromwell thus beginnes thy fame Enter the Duke of Norffolke Norf. Cromwell the maiestie of England For the good liking he conceiues of thee Makes thee maister of the iewell house Chiefe Secretarie to himselfe and with all Creates thee one of his highnesse priuie Counsell Enter the Earle of Bedforde Bed Where is sir Thomas Cromwell is he knighted Suf. He is my Lorde Bed Then to adde honour to his name The King creates him Lord keeper of his priuie Seale And maister of the Roules Which you sir Christopher do now enioy The King determines higher place for you Crom. My Lords these honors are too high for my desert More O content thee man who would not choose it Yet thou art wise in seeming to refuse it Gard. Here 's honors titles and promotions I feare this climing will haue a sudden fall Norff. Then come my Lords le ts al together bring This new made Counseller to Englands King Exit all but Gardiner Gard. But Gardiner meanes his glorie shall be dimde Shall Cromwell liue a greater man then I My enuie with his honour now is bred I hope to shorten Cromwell by the head Exit Enter Friskiball very poore Fris. O Friskiball what shall become of thee Where shalt thou go or which way shalt thou turne Fortune that turnes her too vnconstant wheele Hath turn'd thy wealth and riches in the Sea All parts abroade where euer I haue beene Growes wearie of me and denies me succour My debters they that should releeue my want Forsweares my monie saies they owe me none They know my state too meane to beare out law And here in London where I oft haue beene And haue done good to manie a wretched man Am now most wretched here dispisd my selfe In vaine it is more of their hearts to trie Be patient therefore laye thee downe and die He lies downe Enter good man Seely and his wife Ioane Seely Come Ioane come le ts see what hee le doe for vs now Iwis we haue done for him when many a time and often he might haue gone a hungrie hungrie to bed Wife Alas man now he is made a Lord hee le neuer looke vpon vs hee le fullfill the old Prouerbe Set Beggers a horse-backe and thei le ride A welliday for my Cowe such as he hath made vs come behinde hand we had neuer pawnd our Cowe els to pay our rent Seely Well Ioane hee le come this waye and by Gods dickers I le tell him roundlie of it and if hee were tenne Lordes a shall knowe that I had not my Cheese and my Bacon for nothing Wife Doe you remember husband how hee woulde mouch vp my Cheese cakes he hath forgot this now but wee le remember him Seelie I we shall haue now three flappes with a Foxe taile but I faith I le gibber a ioynte but I le tell him his owne staye who comes heere O stand vppe heere hee comes stand vppe Enter Hodge verie fine with a Tipstafe Cromwell the Mace caryed before him Norffolke and Suffolke and attendants Hod. Come away with these beggars here rise vp sirra Come out the good people runne afore there ho Friskiball riseth and stands a farre off Seelie I wee are kicked awaye now wee come for our owne the time hath beene he woulde a looked more friendlye vpon vs And you Hodge we know you well inough though you are so fine Cro. Come hether sirrah stay what men are these My honest Host of Hounslow and his wife I owe thee mony father do I not Seelie I by the bodie of mee dooest thou woulde thou wouldest paye me good foure pound it is I haue a the poste at home Cro. I know t is true sirra giue him ten Angels And looke your wife and you do stay to dinner And while you liue I freelie giue to you Foure pound a yeare for the foure pound I ought you Seelie Art not changed art ould Tom still Now God blesse the good Lord Tom Home Ioane home I le dine with my Lorde Tom to day And thou shalt come next weeke Fetch my Cow home Ioane home Wife Now God blesse thee my good Lorde Tom I le fetch my Cow presentlie Exit Wife Enter Gardiner Cro. Sirra goe to yon stranger tell him I desire him Stay at dinner I must speake with him Gar. My Lorde of Norffolke see you this same bubble That same puffe but marke the end my Lord marke the ende Nor. I promise you I like not somthing he hath done But let that passe the King doth loue him well Cro. God morrow to my Lord of Winchester I know you beare me hard about the Abbie landes Gar. Haue I not reason when religion is wronged You had no colour for what you haue done Cro. Yes the abolishing of Antichrist And of this Popish order from our Realme I am no enemy to religion But what is done it is for Englands good What did they

I freelie giue to you Bow And Maister Banister if so you please I le beare you companie when you crosse the Seas Ban. If it please you sir my companie is but meane Stands with your liking I le waite on you Gou. I am glad that all things do accorde so well Come Maister Bowser let vs in to dinner And Misterisse Banister be mery woman Come after sorrow now le ts cheere your spirit Knaues haue their due and you but what you merit Exit omnes Enter Cromwell and Hodge in their shirtes and without Hattes Hod. Call yee this seeing of fashions Marrie would I had staide at Putnaie still O Maister Thomas we are spoiled we are gone Crom. Content thee man this is but fortune Hodg. Fortune a plague of this Fortune makes me go wetshod the roagues would not leaue me a shooe to my feete for my hoase they scorned them with their heeles but for my Dublet and Hatte O Lord they imbrased me and vnlased me and tooke away my cloathes and so disgraced me Crom. Well Hodge what remedie What shift shall we make now Hodge Naie I know not for begging I am naught for stealing worse by my troth I must euen fall to my olde trade to the Hammer and the Horse heeles againe but now the worst is I am not acquainted with the humor of the horses in this countrie whether they are not coultish giuen much to kicking or no for when I haue one legge in my hand if he should vp and laie tother of my chops I were gone there laie I there laie Hodge Crom. Hodge I beleeue thou must worke for vs both Hodge O Maister Thomas haue not I tolde you of this haue not I manie a time and often said Tom or Maister Thomas learne to make a Horse-shooe it will be your owne another day this was not regarded Harke you Thomas what doe you call the fellowes that robd vs Crom. The Bandetto Hod. The Bandetto doe you call them I know not what they are called here but I am sure wee call them plaine theeues in England O Thomas that we were now at Putnay at the ale there Cro. Content thee man here set vp these two billes And let vs keepe our standing on the bridge The fashion of this countrie is such If any stranger be oppressed with want To write the maner of his miserie And such as are disposed to succour him Will doe it what hast thou set them vp Hod. I their vp God send some to reade them And not onelie to reade them but also to looke on vs And not altogether to looke on vs One standes at one end and one at tother But to releeue vs O colde colde colde Enter Friskiball the Marchant and reades the billes Fris. What 's here two Englishmen rob'd by the Bandetto One of them seemes to be a gendeman T is pittie that his fortune was so hard To fall into the desperate handes of theeues I le question him of what estate he is God saue you sir are you an Englishman Cro. I am sir a distressed Englishman Fri. And what are you my friend Hod. Who I sir by my troth I do not know my self what I am now but sir I was a smith sir a poore Farrier of Putnay that 's my maister sir yonder I was robbed for his sake sir Fri. I see you haue beene met by the Bandetto And therefore neede not aske how you came thus But Friskiball why doost thou question them Of their estate and not releeue their neede Sir the coine I haue about about me is not much There 's sixteene Duckets for to cloath yourselues There 's sixteene more to buie your diet with And ther 's sixteene to paie for your horse hire T is all the wealth you see my purse possesses But if you please for to enquire me out You shall not want for ought that I can doe My name is Friskiball a Florence Marchant A man that alwayes loued your nation Crom. This vnexpected fauour at your hands Which God doth know if euer I shall requite it Necessitie makes me to take your bountie And for your gold can yeeld you naught but thankes Your charitie hath helpt me from dispaire Your name shall still be in my hartie praier Fri. It is not worth such thankes come to my house Your want shall better be releeu'd then thus Crom. I pray excuse me this shall well suffice To beare my charges to Bononia Whereas a noble Earle is much distressed An Englishman Russell the Earle of Bedford Is by the French King solde vnto his death It may fall out that I may doe him good To saue his life I le hazard my hart blood Therefore kinde sir thankes for your liberall gift I must be gone to aide him ther 's no shift Fri. I le be no hinderer to so good an acte Heauen prosper you in that you goe about If Fortune bring you this way backe againe Pray let me see you so I take my leaue All good a man can wish I doe bequeath Exit Friskiball Crom. All good that God doth send light on your head There 's few such men within our climate bred How say you now Hodge is not this good fortune Hod. How say you I le tell you what Maister Thomas If all men be of this Gentlemans minde Le ts keepe our standings vpon this Bridge We shall get more here with begging in one day Then I shall with making Horshoes in a whole yeare Crom. No Hodge we must begone vnto Bononia There to releeue the noble Earle of Bedford Where if I faile not in my policie I shall deceiue their subtile treacherie Hodge Naye I le follow you God blesse vs from the theeuing Bandettoes againe Exit omnes Enter Bedforde and his Hoast Bed Am I betraide was Bedforde borne to die By such base slaues in such a place as this Haue I escaped so many times in France So many battailes haue I ouerpassed And made the French stirre when they hard my name And am I now betraide vnto my death Some of their harts bloud first shall pay for it Hoa. They do desire my Lord to speake with you Bed The traitors doe desire to haue my bloud But by my birth my honour and my name By all my hopes my life shall cost them deare Open the dore I le venter out vpon them And if I must die then I le die with honour Hoa. Alas my Lord that is a desperate course They haue begirt you round about the house Their meaning is to take you prisoner And so to send your bodie vnto France Bed First shall the Ocean be as drie as sand Before aliue they send me vnto France I le haue my bodie first bored like a Siue And die as Hector gainst the Myrmidons Eare France shall boast Bedfordes their prisoner Trecherous France that gainst the law of armes Hath here betraide thy enemie to death But be assured my bloud shal be reuenged Vpon the best liues that remaines in

friend afore my Lordship will follow thee Exit Gou. Well Mantua since by thee the Earle is lost Within few dayes I hope to see thee crosd Exit omnes Enter Chorus Cho. Thus farre you see how Cromwelles fortune passed The Earle of Bedford being safe in Mantua Desires Cromwells companie into France To make requitall for his courtesie But Cromwell doth denie the Earle his sute And telles him that those partes he meant to see He had not yet set footing on the land And so directlie takes his way to Spaine The Earle to France and so they both do part Now let your thoughtes as swift as is the winde Skip some few yeares that Cromwell spent in trauell And now imagine him to be in England Seruant vnto the maister of the Roules Wherein short time there he beganne to florish An houre shall show you what few yeares did cherish Exit The Musick playes they bring out the banquet Enter Sir Christopher Hales and Cromwell and two seruants Hales Come sirs be carefull of your maisters credit And as our bountie now exceedes the figure Of common entertainment so do you With lookes as free as is your maisters soule Giue formall welcome to the thronged tables That shall receiue the Cardinals followers And the attendants of the Lord Chancellor But all my care Cromwell depends on thee Thou art a man differing from vulgar forme And by how much thy spirit is ranckt boue these In rules of Arte by so much it shines brighter by trauell Whose obseruance pleades his merit In a most learned yet vnaffecting spirit Good Cromwell cast an eye of faire regarde Bout all my house and what this ruder flesh Through ignorance or wine do miscreate Salue thou with curtesie if welcome want Full bowles and ample banquets will seeme scant Crom. Sir what soeuer lies in me Assure I will shew my vtmost dutie Exit Crom. Hales About it then the Lords will striaght be here Cromwell thou hast those parts would rather sute The seruice of the state then of my house I looke vpon thee with a louing eye That one day will prefer thy destinie Enter Messenger Mess. Sir the Lords be at hand Hales They are welcome bid Cromwell straight attend vs And looke you all things be in perfect readinesse The Musicke playes Enter Cardinall Wolsay Sir Thomas Moore and Gardiner Wol. O sir Christopher you are too liberall what a banket to Hal. My Lordes if wordes could show the ample welcome That my free hart affordes you I could then become a prater But I now must deale like a feast Polititian With your Lordshippes deferre your welcome till the banket end That it may then salue our defect of faire Yet Welcome now and all that tend on you Wol. Thankes to the kinde maister of the Roules Come and sit downe sit downe sir Thomas Moore T is strange how that we and the Spaniard differ Their dinner is our banquet after dinner And they are men of actiue disposition This I gather that by their sparing meate Their bodie is more fitter for the warres And if that famine chance to pinch their mawes Being vsde to fast it breedes lesse paine Hal. Fill me some Wine I le answere Cardinall Wolsay My Lord we Englishmen are of more freer soules Then hungerstarued and ill complexioned spaniardes They that are rich in Spaine spare bellie foode To deck their backes with an Italian hoode And Silkes of Ciuill And the poorest Snake That feedes on Lemmons Pilchers and neare heated His pallet with sweete flesh will beare a case More fat and gallant then his starued face Pride the Inquisition and this bellie euill Are in my iudgement Spaines three headed diuell Mo. Indeede it is a plague vnto their nation And stager after in blinde imitation Hal. My Lords with welcome I present your Lordships A sollemne health Mo. I loue health well but when healthes doe bring Paine to the head and bodies surfeting Then cease I healthes nay spill not friend For though the drops be small Yet haue they force to force men to the wall Wol. Sir Christopher is that your man Hal. And like your grace he is a Scholler and a Lingest One that hath trauelled manie partes of Christendome my Lorde Wol. My friend come nearer haue you beene a traueller Cro. My Lord I haue added to my knowledge the loe Countries France Spaine Germanie and Italie And though small gaine of profit I did finde Yet did it please my eye content my minde Wol. What doe you thinke of the seuerall states And princes Courtes as you haue trauelled Cro. My Lord no Court with England may compare Neither for state nor ciuill gouernement Lust dwelles in France in Italie and Spaine From the poore pesant to the Princes traine In Germanie and Holland riot serues And he that most can drinke most he deserues England I praise not for I here was borne But that she laugheth the others vnto scorne Wol. My Lord there dwelles within that spirite More then can be discerned by outwarde eye Sir Cristopher will you part with your man Hal. I haue sought to proffer him to your Lordship And now I see he hath preferred himselfe Wol. What is thy name Crom. Cromwell my Lorde Wol. Then Cromwell here we make thee Solliciter of our causes And nearest next our selfe Gardiner giue you kinde welcome to the man Gardiner imbraces him Mo. My Lorde you are a royall Winer Hath got a man besides your bountious dinner Well Knight praie we come no more If we come often or shut vp thy doore Wol. Sir Christopher Hales hadst thou giuen me Halfe thy landes thou couldest not haue pleased me So much as with this man of thine My infant thoughtes do spell Shortlie his fortune shall be lifted higher True industrie doth kindle honours fier And so kinde maister of the Roules farewell Hal. Cromwell farewell Cro. Cromwell takes his leaue of you That neare will leaue to loue and honour you Exit Omnes Enter Chorus Cho. Now Cromwells highest fortunes doth begin The Musicke playes as they go in Wolsay that loued him as he did his life Committed all his treasure to his hands VVolsay is dead and Gardiner his man Is now created Bishop of UUinchestor Pardon if we omit all UUolsayes life Because our play dependes on Cromwelles death Now sit and see his highest state of all His haight of rysing and his sodaine fall Pardon the errors is all readie past And liue in hope the best doth come at last My hope vpon your fauour doth depend And looke to haue your liking ere the end Exit Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester The Dukes of Norffolke and of Suffolke Sir Thomas Moore Sir Christopher Halles and Cromwell Nor. Maister Cromwell since Cardinall VVolsayes death His maiestie is giuen to vnderstand There 's certaine billes and writings in your hand That much concernes the state of England My Lord of VVinchester is it not so Gar. My Lord of Norfolke we two weare whilom fellowes And maister Cromwell