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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11267	The true chronicle historie of the whole life and death of Thomas Lord Cromwell As it hath beene sundry times publikely acted by the Kings Maiesties Seruants. Written by VV.S.; Thomas, Lord Cromwell	W. S.; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631, attributed name.; Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641, attributed name.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attributed name.	1613 (1613)	STC 21533; ESTC S106330	30,304	56

please you sir my company is but meane Stands with your liking I le waite on you Gou. I am glad that all things doe accorde so well Come Maister Bowser let vs in to dinner And Mistrisse 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 Hodg. Call yee this seeing of fashions Marry would I had staide at Putney 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 goe wetshod the roagues would not leaue me a shooe to my feet for my hoase they scorned them with their heeles but for my Dublet and Hatte O Lord they imbraced mee and vnlased mee and tooke away my cloathes and so disgraced me Crom. Well Hodge what remedie What shift shall we make now Hodg. Nay 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 vvhen I haue one legge in my hand if he should vp and lay tother on my chops I were gone there lay I there lay Hodge Crom. Hodge I beleeue thou must worke for vs both Hodg. O Maister Thomas haue not I tolde you of this haue not I many 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 Hodg. The Bandetto doe you call them I know not what they are called here but I am sure we call them plaine theeues in England O Th●mas that we were now at Putney at the ale there Crom. Content thee man here set vp these two billes And let vs keepe our standing on the bridge The fashion of this country is such If any stranger be oppressed with want To write the manner of his misery And such as are disposed to succour him Will doe it what hast thou set them vp Hod. I they 're vp God send some to reade them And not onely 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 gentleman T is pittie that his fortune was so hard To fall into the desperate hands of theeues I le question him of what estate he is God saue you sir are you an Englishman Crom. I am sir a distressed Englishman Fris And what are you my friend Hod. Who I sir by my troth I doe not know my selfe what I am now but sir I was a Smith sir a poore Farrier of Putney that 's my Maister sir yonder I was robbed for his sake sir Fris 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 coyne I haue about me is not much There 's sixteene Duckets for to cloath your selues There 's sixteene more to buy your diet with And there 's sixteene to pay for your horse hier 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 requi●e 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 harty prayer Fris 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 Russel● 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 there 's no shift Fris I le be no hinderer to so good an act 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 leave 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 yeere 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 treachery Hodge Nay I le follow you God blesse vs from the theeuing Bandettoes againe Exit omnes Enter Bedford 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 ouer passed 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 doe 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 body vnto France Bed First shall the Ocean beas dry as sand Before aliue they send me vnto France I le haue my body first bored like a Siue And die as Hector gainst the Mermidons Eare France shall boast Bedfordes their prisoner Trecherous France that gainst the law of armes Hath here betraide thy enemy to death But be assured my bloud shall be reuenged Vpon the best liues that remaines in France Stand backe or else thy run'st vpon thy death Enter a Seruant Mes Pardon my Lord I come to tell your honour That they haue