serue for but to feede a sort Of lazie Abbotes and of full fed Fryers They neither plow nor sowe and yet they reape The fat of all the Land and sucke the poore Looke what was theirs is in King Henries handes His wealth before lay in the Abbie lands Gar. Indeede these things you haue aledged my Lord When God doth know the infant yet vnborne Will curse the time the Abbies were puld downe I pray now where is hospitality Where now may poore distressed people go For to releeue their neede or rest their bones When weary trauell doth oppresse their limmes And where religious men should take them in Shall now be kept backe with a Mastiue dogge And thousand thousand Nor. O my Lord no more thinges past redresse T is bootelesse to complaine Cro. What shall we to the Conuocation house Nor. Wee le follow you my Lord praie leade the way Enter Old Cromwell like a Farmer Old Cro. How one Cromwell made Lord Keeper since I left Putnay And dwelt in Yorkeshire I neuer hard better newes I le see that Cromwell or it shall goe hard Cro. My aged father state set aside Father on my knee I craue your blessing One of my seruantes go and haue him in At better leasure will we talke with him Old Cro. Now if I die how happy were the day To see this comfort raines forth showers of ioy Exit Olde Cromwell Nor. This dutie in him showes a kinde of grace Cro. Go on before for time drawes on apace Exit all but Friskiball Fris. I wonder what this Lord would haue with me His man so stricktlie gaue me charge to stay I neuer did offend him to my knowledge Well good or bad I meane to bide it all Worse then I am now neuer can befall Enter Banister and his wife Ba. Come wife I take it be almost dinner time For maister Newton and maister Crosbie sent to me Last night they would come dine with me And take their bond in I pray thee hie thee home And see that all things be in readinesse Mi. Ba. They shal be welcome husband I le go before But is not that man maister Friskiball She runnes and imbrases him Ba. O heauens it is kinde maister Friskiball Say sir what hap hath brought you to this passe Fris. The same that brought you to your misery Ba. Why would you not acquaint me with your state Is Banister your poore friend quite forgot Whose goods whose loue whose life and all is yours Fri. I thought your vsage would be as the rest That had more kindnesse at my handes then you Yet looked asconce when as they saw me poore Mi. Ba. If Banister should beare so bace a hart I neuer would looke my husband in the face But hate him as I would a Cockatrise Ba. And well thou mightest should Banister deale so Since that I saw you sir my state is mended And for the thousand pound I owe to you I haue it ready for you sir at home And though I greeue your fortune is so bad Yet that my hap 's to helpe you makes me glad And now sir will it please you walke with me Fris. Not yet I cannot for the Lord Chancelour Hath here commaunded me to waight on him For what I know not pray God t is for my good Ba. Neuer make doubt of that I le warrant you He is as kinde a noble gentleman As euer did possesse the place he hath Mi. Ba. Sir my brother is his steward if you please Wea le go along and beare you company I know we shall not want for welcome there Fris. With all my hart but what 's become of Bagot Ba. He is hanged for buying iewels of the Kinges Fris. A iust reward for one so impious The time drawes on sir will you go along Ba. I le follow you kinde maister Friskiball Exit Omnes Enter two Marchants 1. Now maister Crosbie I see you haue a care To keepe your word in paiment of your monie 2. By my faith I haue reason vpon a bond Three thousand pound is too much to forfeit Yet I doubt not Maister Banister 1. By my faith your summe is more then mine And yet I am not much behinde you too Considering that to day I paid at court 2. Masse and well remembred What 's the reason the Lord Cromwels men Weare such long skirts vpon their coates They reach almost downe to their verie ham 1. I will resolue you sir and thus it is The Bishop of Winchester that loues not Cromwell As great men are enuied aswell as lesse A while agoe there was a iarre betweene them And it was brought to my Lord Cromwels eare That Bishop Gardiner would sit on his skirt Vpon which word he made his men long Blew coates And in the Court wore one of them himselfe And meeting with the Bishop quoth he my Lord Here 's skirt enough now for your Grace to sit on Which vexed the Bishop to the very hart This is the reason why they weare long coates 2. T is alwaies seene and marke it for a rule That one great man will enuie still another But t is a thing that nothing concernes me What shall we now to Maister Banisters 1. I come wee le pay him royally for our dinner Exit Enter the Vsher and the Shewer the meate goes ouer the Stage Vsher. Vncouer there Gentlemen Enter Cromwell Bedford Suffolke Old Cromwell Friskiball goodman Seelie and attendants Crom. My noble Lordes of Suffolke and of Bedford Your honors welcome to poore Cromwels house Where is my father nay be couered Father Although that duty to these noble men doth challenge it Yet I le make bolde with them Your head doth beare the callender of care What Cromwell couered and his Father bare It must not be Now sir to you Is not your name Friskiball and a Florentine Fris. My name was Friskiball till cruell fate Did rob me of my name and of my state Crom. What fortune brought you to this countrie now Fri. All other parts hath left me succorlesse Saue onelie this because of debts I haue I hope to gaine for to releeue my want Crom. Did you not once vpon your Florence bridge Helpe two distressed men robd by the Bandetto His name was Cromwell Fri. I neuer made my braine a calender of any good I did I alwaies lou'd this nation with my heart Crom. I am that Cromwell that you there releeued Sixteene Duckets you gaue me for to cloath me Sixteene to beare my charges by the way And sixteene more I had for my horse hier There be those seuerall summes iustlie returnd Yet with iniustice seruing at my need And to repay them without interest Therefore receiue of me these foure seuerall bags In each of them there is foure hundred marke And bring me the names of all your debitors And if they will not see you paide I will O God forbid that I should see him fall That helpt me in my greatest need of all Here stands my Father that
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
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
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. Imprinted at London for William Iones and are to be solde at his house neere Holburne conduict at the signe of the Gunne 1602 The life and death of the Lord Cromwell Enter three Smithes Hodge and two other old Cromwels men Hodge COme masters I thinke it be past fiue a clock Is it not time we were at worke My old Master hee le be stirring anon 1. I cannot tell whether my old master will be stirring or no but I am sure I can hardly take my afternoones nap for my young Maister Thomas He keepes such a quile in his studie With the Sunne and the Moone and the seauen starres That I do verily thinke hee le read out his wits Hodge He skill of the starres there 's goodman Car of Fulhum He that carryed vs to the strong Ale where goodie Trundell Had her maide got with childe O he knowes the Starres Hee le tickle you Charles Waine in nine degrees That same man will tell you goodie Trundell When her Ale shall miscarie onely by the starres 2. I that 's a great vertue indeed I thinke Thomas Be nobody in comparison to him 1. Well maisters come shall we to our hammers Hodge I content first le ts take our mornings draught And then to worke roundly 2. I agreed goe in Hodge Exit omnes Enter young Cromwell Crom. Good morrow morne I doe salute thy brightnesse The night seemes tedious to my troubled soule Whose black obscuritie binds in my minde A thousand sundry cogitations And now Aurora with a liuely dye Addes comfort to my spirit that mountes on high Too high indeede my state being so meane My study like a minerall of golde Makes my hart proude wherein my hope 's inrowld My bookes is all the wealth I do possesse Here within they must beate with their hammers And vnto them I haue ingaged my hart O learning how deuine thou seemes to me Within whose armes is all felicity Peace with your hammers leaue your knocking there You doe disturbe my study and my rest Leaue off I say you madde me with the noyse Enter Hodge and the two Men Hodge Why how now Maister Thomas how now Will you not let vs worke for you Crom. You fret my hart with making of this noise Hod. How fret your hart I but Thomas you le Fret your fathers purse if you let vs from working 2. I this t is for him to make him a gentleman Shal we leaue worke for your musing that 's well I faith But here comes my olde maister now Enter olde Cromwell Old Cro. You idle knaues what are you loytring now No hammers walking and my worke to do What not a heate among your worke to day Hod. Marrie sir your sonne Thomas will not let vs worke at all Old Cro. Why knaue I say haue I thus carkde car'd And all to keepe thee like a gentleman And dost thou let my seruants at their worke That sweat for thee knaue labour thus for thee Cro. Father their hammers doe offend my studie Old Cro. Out of my doores knaue if thou likest it not I crie you mercie is your eares so fine I tell thee knaue these get when I doe sleepe I will not haue my Anuill stand for thee Crom. There 's monie father I will pay your men He throwes money among thē Old Cro. Haue I thus brought thee vp vnto my cost In hope that one day thou wouldst releeue my age And art thee now so lauish of thy coine To scatter it among these idle knaues Cro. Father be patient and content your selfe The time will come I shall hold golde as trash And here I speake with a presaging soule To build a pallace where now this cottage standes As fine as is King Henries house at Sheene Old Cro. You build a house you knaue you le be a begger Now afore God all is but cast away That is bestowed vpon this thriftlesse lad Well had I bound him to some honest trade This had not beene but it was his mothers doing To send him to the Vniuersitie How build a house where now this cottage standes As faire as that at Sheene he shall not here me A good boy Tom I con thee thanke Tom Well said Tom gramarcies Tom In to your worke knaues hence you sausie boy Exit all but young Cromwell Cro. Why should my birth keepe downe my mounting spirit Are not all creatures subiect vnto time To time who doth abuse the world And filles it full of hodge-podge bastardie There 's legions now of beggars on the earth That their originall did spring from Kings And manie Monarkes now whose fathers were The riffe-raffe of their age for Time and Fortune Weares out a noble traine to beggerie And from the dunghill minions doe aduance To state and marke in this admiring world This is but course which in the name of Fate Is seene as often as it whirles about The Riuer Thames that by our doore doth passe His first beginning is but small and shallow Yet keeping on his course growes to a sea And likewise Wolsey the wonder of our age His birth as meane as mine a Butchers sonne Now who within this land a greater man Then Cromwell cheere thee vp and tell thy soule That thou maist liue to flourish and controule Enter olde Cromwell Old Crom. Tom Cromwell what Tom I say Crom. Do you call sir Old Crom. Here is maister Bowser come to know if you haue dispatched his petition for the Lords of the counsell or no Crom. Father I haue please you to call him in Old Crom. That 's well said Tom a good lad Tom Enter Maister Bowser Bow Now Maister Cromwell haue you dispatched this petition Crom. I haue sir here it is please you peruse it Bow It shall not need wee le read it as we go by water And Maister Cromwell I haue made a motion May do you good and if you like of it Our Secretarie at Antwarpe sir is dead And the Marchants there hath sent to me For to prouide a man fit for the place Now I do know none fitter then yourselfe If with your liking it stand maister Cromwell Crom. With all my hart sir and I much am bound In loue and dutie for your kindnesse showne Old Cro Body of me Tom make hast least some body Get betweene thee and home Tom I thanke you good maister Bowser I thanke you for my boy I thanke you alwayes I thanke you most hartely sir Hoe a cup of Beere there for maister Bowser Bow It shall not need sir maister Cromwell will you go Crom. I will attend you sir Old Crom. Farewell Tom God blesse thee Tom God speed thee good Tom Exit omnes Enter Bagot a Broker solus Bag. I hope this day is fatall vnto some And by their losse must Bagot seeke to gaine
Cromwell Cro. My name is Thomas Cromwell gentlewoman Mi. Ba. Know you not one Bagot sir that 's come to Antwarpe Cro. No trust me I neuer saw the man But here are billes of debt I haue receiued Against one Banister a Marchant fallen into decaie Mi. Ba. Into decaie indeede long of that wretch I am the wife to wofull Banister And by that bloudie villaine am persu'de From London here to Antwarpe My husband he is in the gouernours handes And God of heauen knowes how hee le deale with him Now sir your hart is framed of milder temper Be mercifull to a distressed soule And God no doubt will trebell blesse your gaine Cro. Good mistris Banister what I can I will In any thing that lies within my power Mi. Ba. O speake to Bagot that same wicked wretch An Angells voyce may mooue a damned diuell Cro. Why is he come to Antwarpe as you here Mi. Ba. I hard he landed some two houres since Cro. Well mistris Banister assure your selfe I le speake to Bagot in your owne behalfe And winne him to all the pittie that I can Meane time to comfort you in your distresse Receiue these Angells to releeue your neede And be assured that what I can effect To doe you good no way I will neglect Mi. Ba. That mighty God that knowes each mortalles hart Keepe you from trouble sorrow griefe and smart Exit Mistris Banister Crom. Thankes courteous woman For thy hartie praier It greeues my soule to see her miserie But we that liue vnder the worke of fate Maie hope the best yet knowes not to what state Our starres and destinies hath vs asignde Fickle is fortune and her face is blinde Enter Bagot solus Ba. So all goes well it is as I would haue it Banister he is with the Gouernour And shortlie shall haue guiues vpon his heeles It glads my hart to thinke vpon the slaue I hope to haue his bodie rot in prison And after here his wife to hang her selfe And all his children die for want of foode The Iewels that I haue brought to Antwarpe Are recond to be worth fiue thousand pound Which scarcelie stoode me in three hundreth pound I bought them at an easie kinde of rate I care not which way they came by them That sould them me it comes not neare my hart And least they should be stolne as sure they are I thought it meete to sell them here in Antwarpe And so haue left them in the Gouernours hand Who offers me within two hundreth pound Of all my price but now no more of that I must go see and if my billes be safe The which I sent to maister Cromwell That if the winde should keepe me on the sea He might arest him here before I came And in good time see where he is God saue you sir Cro. And you pray pardon me I know you not Bag. It may be so sir but my name is Bagot The man that sent to you the billes of debt Cro. O the man that persues Banister Here are the billes of debt you sent to me As for the man you know best where he is It is reported you haue a flintie hart A minde that will not stoope to anie pittie An eye that knowes not how to shed a teare A hand that 's alwaies open for reward But maister Bagot would you be ruled by me You should turne all these to the contrarie Your hart should still haue feeling of remorse Your minde according to your state be liberall To those that stand in neede and in distresse Your hand to helpe them that do stand in want Rather then with your poyse to holde them downe For euerie ill turne show your selfe more kinde Thus should I doe pardon I speake my minde Bag. I sir you speake to here what I would say But you must liue I know as well as I I know this place to be extortion And t is not for a man to keepe him But he must lie cog with his dearest friend And as for pittie scorne it hate all conscience But yet I doe commend your wit in this To make a show of what I hope you are not But I commend you and t is well done This is the onelie way to bring your gaine Cro. My gaine I had rather chaine me to an ore And like a slaue there toile out all my life Before I de liue so base a slaue as thou I like an hipocrite to make a show Of seeming vertue and a diuell within No Bagot would thy conscience were as cleare Poore Banister nere had beene troubled here Bag. Nay good maister Cromwell be not angrie sir I know full well you are no such man But if your conscience were as white as Snow It will be thought that you are other wise Cro. Will it be thought that I am other wise Let them that thinke so know they are deceiu'de Shall Cromwell liue to haue his faith misconstered Antwarpe for all the wealth within thy Towne I will not stay here not two houres longer As good lucke serues my accountes are all made euen Therefore I le straight vnto the treasurer Bagot I know you le to the gouernour Commend me to him say I am bound to trauaile To see the fruitefull partes of Italie And as you euer bore a Christian minde Let Banister some fauour of you finde Bag. For your sake sir I le helpe him all I can To starue his hart out eare he gets a groate So maister Cromwell doe I take my leaue For I must straight vnto the gouernour Exit Bagot Cro. Farewell sir pray you remember what I said No Cromwell no thy hart was nere so bace To liue by falshoode or by brokerie But falles out well I little it repent Hereafter time in trauell shal be spent Enter Hodge his fathers man Hod. Your sonne Thomas quoth you I haue beene Thomast I had thought it had beene no such matter to a gone by water for at Putnaie I le go you to Parish-garden for two pence sitte as still as may be without any wagging or ioulting in my guttes in a little boate too heere wee were scarce foure mile in the great greene water but I thinking to goe to my afternoones vnchines as t was my manner at home but I felt a kinde of rising in my guttes at last one a the Sailers spying of me be a good cheere sayes hee set downe thy victualles and vppe with it thou hast nothing but an Eele in thy belly Well toote went I to my victtualles went the Sailers and thinking I to bee a man of better experience then any in the shippe asked mee what Woode the shippe was made of they all swore I tould them as right as if I had beene acquainted with the Carpenter that made it at last wee grewe neere lande and I grewe villanous hungrie went to my bagge the diuell a bitte there was the Sailers had tickled mee yet I cannot blame them it was a parte of kindnesse for I in