S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 502 words
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My Lord of Norfolk, we two wear whilom fellows, And master Cromwell, though our masters love: Did bind us, while his love was to the King, It is no boot now to deny these things, Which may be prejudicial to the state: And though that God hath raised my fortune higher, Than any way I looked for, or deserved. Yet my life no longer with me dwell, Than I prove true unto my Sovereign: What say you master Cromwell? have you those writings, ay, or no? Here are the writings, and upon my knees, I give them up, unto the worthy Dukes, Of Suffolk, and of Norfolk: he was my Master, And each virtuous part, That lived in him, I tendered with my heart, But what his head complotted 'gainst the state. My country's love commands me that to hate: His sudden death I grieve for, not his fall, Because he sought to work my country's thrall. Cromwell, the King shall hear of this thy duty, Whom I assure myself will well reward thee: My Lord let's go unto his Majesty, And show these writings which he longs to see. How now, whose's this Cromwell? By by soul, welcome to England: Thou once didst save my life, didst not Cromwell? If I did so, 'tis greater glory for me, that you remember it, Then of myself vainly to report it. Well Cromwell, now is the time, I shall commend thee to my Sovereign: Cheer up thyself, for I will raise thy state, A Russell yet was never found ingrate. O how uncertain is the wheel of state, Who lately greater than the Cardinal, For fear, and love: and now who lower lies? Gay honours are but Fortune's flatteries, And whom this day, pride and promotion swells, Tomorrow, envy and ambition quells. Who sees the Cobweb entangle the poor Fly, May boldly say the wretch's death is nigh. I know his state and proud ambition, Was too too violent to last overlong. Who soars too near the sun with golden wings, melts them, to ruin his own fortune brings. Cromwell kneel down in king Henry's name, Arise sir Thomas Cromwell, thus begins thy fame. Cromwell the majesty of England, For the good liking he conceives of thee: Makes thee master of the jewel house, Chief Secretary to himself, and with all, Creates thee one of his highness privy Counsel. Where is sir Thomas Cromwell is he knighted, He is my Lord. Then to add honour to his name, The King creates him Lord keeper of his privy Seal: And master of the Rolls, Which you sir Christopher do now enjoy; The King determines higher place for you. My Lords, these honours are too high for my desert, O content thee man, who would not choose it, Yet thou art wise in seeming to refuse it. Here's honours, titles, and promotions, I fear this climbing, will have a sudden Then come my Lords, let's all together bring, This new made counsellor to England's King.
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My Lord of Norfolke, we two weare whilom fellowes, And maister Cromwell, 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? 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. Cromwell, the King shall here of this thy dutie, Whom I assure my selfe will well rewarde thee: My Lord lets go vnto his Maiestie, And show these writings which he longs to see. How now, whose this Cromwell? By by soule, welcome to England: Thou once didst saue my life, didst not Cromwell? If I did so, 'tis greater glorie for me, that you remember it, Then of my selfe vainelie to report it. 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▪ 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. Who sees the Cob-web intangle the poore Flie, May boldlie say the wretches death is nigh. I know his state and proud ambition, Was too too violent to last ouer-long. Who soares too neare the sunne with golden winges, Mealtes them, to ruine his owne fortune bringes. Cromwell kneele downe in king Henries name, Arise sir Thomas Cromwell, thus beginnes thy fame. 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. Where is sir Thomas Cromwell is he knighted, He is my Lorde. 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. My Lords, these honors are too high for my desert, O content thee man, who would not choose it, Yet thou art wise in seeming to refuse it. Heres honors, titles, and , I feare this climing, will haue Then come my Lords, lets altogether bring, This new made Counseller to Englands King.