S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 499 words
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I take your words, and that which you must do, Is service for you God, and for your King, To root a rebel from this flourishing land, One that's an enemy unto the Church: And therefore must you take your solemn oaths, That you heard Cromwell the Lord Chancellor, Did wish a dagger at King Henry's heart: Fear not to swear it, for I heard him speak it, Therefore we'll shield you from ensuing harms. If you will warrant us the deed is good, we'll undertake it. Kneel down, and I will here absolve you both, This Crucifix I lay upon your head, And sprinkle holy-water on your brows, The deed is meritorious that you do, And by it shall you purchase grace from heaven. Now sir we'll undertake it by our souls. For Cromwell never loved none of our sort. I know he doth not, and for both of you, I will prefer you to some place of worth: Now get you in, until I call for you, For presently the Dukes means to be here. Cromwell sit fast, thy time's not long to reign, The Abbeys that were pulled down by thy means, Is now a mean for me to pull thee down: Thy pride upon thy own head lights upon, For thou art he hath changed religion: But now no more, for here the Dukes are come. God-den to my Lord Bishop. How fares my Lord? what are you all alone? No not alone my Lords, my mind is troubled: I know your honours muse wherefore I sent, And in such haste: What came you from the King? We did, and left none but Lord Cromwell with him. O what a dangerous time is this we live in, There's Thomas Wolsey, he's already gone, And Thomas More, he followed after him: Another Thomas yet there doth remain, That is far worse than either of those twain, And if with speed my Lords we not pursue it, I fear the King and all the land will rue it. Another Thomas, pray God it be not Cromwell. My Lord of Bedford, it is that traitor Cromwell. Is Cromwell false, my heart will never think it. My Lord of Winchester, what likelihood, Or proof have you of this his treachery. My Lord too much, call in the men within, These men my Lord upon their oaths affirm, That they did hear Lord Cromwell in his garden, Wished a dagger sticking at the heart, Of our King Henrie, what is this but treason? If it be so, my heart doth bleed with sorrow. How say you friends, what did you hear these words? We did and like your grace. In what place was Lord Cromwell when he spoke them? In his Garden, where we did attend a suit, Which we had waited for two year and more. How long is't since you heard him speak these words? Some half year since. How chance that you concealed it all this time?
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I take your words, and that which you must do, Is seruice for you God, and for your King, To roote a rebell from this flourishing land, One thats an enemie vnto the Church: And therefore must you take your solemne oathes, That you heard Cromwell the Lord Chauncellor, Did wish a dagger at King Henries hart: Feare not to sweare it, for I hard him speake it, Therefore weele shield you from insuing harmes. If you will warrant vs the deed is good, Weele vndertake it. Kneele downe, and I wil here absolue you both, This Crucifix I lay vpon your head, And sprinckle holy-water on your browes, The deed is meritorious that you do, And by it shall you purchase grace from heauen. Now sir weele vndertake it by our soules. For Cromwell neuer loued none of our sort. I know he doth not, and for both of you, I will preferre you to some place of worth: Now get you in, vntill I call for you, For presentlie the Dukes meanes to be here. Cromwell sit fast, thy time's not long to raigne, The Abbies that were puld downe by thy meanes, Is now a meane for me to pull thee downe: Thy pride vpon thy owne head lights vpon, For thou art he hath changd religion: But now no more, for here the Dukes are come. Goodden to my Lord Bishop. How fares my Lord? what are you all alone? No not alone my Lords, my mind is troubled: I know your honours muse wherefore I sent, And in such hast: What came you from the King? We did, and left none but Lord Cromwell with him. O what a dangerous time is this we liue in, Theres Thomas Wolsay, hees alreadie gone, And Thomas Moore, he followed after him: Another Thomas yet there doth remaine, That is farre worsse then either of those twaine, And if with speed my Lords we not pursue it, I feare the King and all the land will rue it. Another Thomas, pray God it be not Cromwell. My Lord of Bedford, it is that traitor Cromwell. Is Cromwell false, my hart will neuer thinke it. My Lord of Winchester, what likelihood, Or proofe haue you of this his treacherie. My Lord too much, call in the men within, These men my Lord vpon their othes affirme, That they did here Lord Cromwell in his garden, Wished a dagger sticking at the hart, Of our King Henrie, what is this but treason? If it be so, my hart doth bleed with sorrow. How say you friends, what did you here these words? We did and like your grace. In what place was Lord Cromwell when he spake them? In his Garden, where we did attend a sute, Which we had waited for two yeare and more. How long ist since you heard him speake these words? Some halfe yeare since▪ How chance that you conceald it all this time?