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 · 502 words
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His greatness made us fear, that was the cause, ay, ay, his greatness that's the cause indeed, And to make his treason here more manifest, He calls his servants to him round about, Tells them of Wolsey's life, and of his fall, Says that himself hath many enemies, And gives to some of them a Park or Manor, To others Leases, Lands to other some: What need he do thus in his prime of life, And if he were not fearful of his death. My Lord these likelihoods are very great. Pardon me Lords, for I must needs depart, Their proofs are great, but greater is my heart. My friends take heed of that which you have said, Your souls must answer what your tongues reports: Therefore take heed, be wary what you do. My Lord we speak no more but truth. Let them depart my Lord of Winchester, Let these men be close kept, Until the day of trial. They shall my Lord: here take in these two men, My Lords, if Cromwell have a public trial, That which we do, is void by his denial: You know the king will credit none but him. 'tis true, he rules the King even as he pleases. How shall we do for to attach him then. Marie my Lords thus, by an Act he made himself, With an intent to entrap some of our lives, And this it is: If any Councillor Be convicted of high treason, He shall be executed without a public trial, This Act my Lords he caused the King to make. A did indeed, and I remember it, And now it is like to fall upon himself. Let us not slack it, 'tis for England's good, We must be wary, else he'll go beyond us. Well hath your Grace said my Lord of Norfolk Therefore let us presently to Lambeth, Thither comes Cromwell from the Court tonight, Let us arrest him, send him to the Tower, And in the morning, cut off the traitor's head. Come then about it, let us guard the town, This is the day that Cromwell must go down. Along my Lords, well Cromwell is half dead, He shaked my heart, but I will shave his head. My soul is like a water troubled, And Gardiner is the man that makes it so, O Cromwell I do fear thy end is near: Yet I'll prevent their malice if I can, And in good time, see where the man doth come, Who little knows how nears his day of doom. you're well encountered my good Lord of Bedford, I see your honour is addressed to talk, Pray pardon me, I am sent for to the king, And do not know the business yet myself, So fare you well, for I must needs be gone. You must, well what remedy, I fear too soon you must be gone indeed, The king hath business, but little dost thou know, who's busy for thy life: thou thinks not so.
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His greatnesse made vs feare, that was the cause, I, I, his greatnesse thats the cause indeed, And to make his treason here more manifest, He calles his seruants to him round about, Telles them of Wolsayes life, and of his fall, Saies that himselfe hath manie enemies, And giues to some of them a Parke or Manor, To others Leases, Lands to other some: What need he doe thus in his prime of life, And if he were not fearfull of his death. My Lord these likelihoods are very great. Pardon me Lords, for I must needs depart, Their proofes are great, but greater is my heart. My friends take heed of that which you haue said, Your soules must answer what your tongues reports: Therefore take heed, be warie what you doe. My Lord we speake no more but truth. Let them depart my Lord of Winchester, Let these men be close kept, Vntill the day of triall. They shall my Lord▪ hoe take in these two men, My Lords, if Cromwell haue a publike triall, That which we do, is voide by his deniall: You know the king will credit none but him. Tis true, he rules the King euen as he pleases. How shall we do for to attache him then. Marie my Lords thus, by an Acte he made himselfe, With an intent to intrap some of our liues, And this it is: If any Councellor Be conuicted of high treason, He shall be executed without a publike triall, This Act my Lords he causd the King to make. A did indeed, and I remember it, And now it is like to fall vpon himselfe. Let vs not slack it, tis for Englands good, We must be warie, els heele go beyond vs. Well hath your Grace said my Lord of Norffolke Therefore let vs presently to Lambeth, Thether comes Cromwell from the Court to night, Let vs arest him, send him to the Tower, And in the morning, cut off the traitors head. Come then about it, let vs guard the towne, This is the day that Cromwell must go downe. Along my Lords, well Cromwell is halfe dead, He shaked my hart, but I will shaue his head. My soule is like a water troubled, And Gardiner is the man that makes it so, O Cromwell I do feare thy end is neare: Yet Ile preuent their malice if I can, And in good time, see where the man doth come, Who little knowes how neares his day of dome. Your well encountered my good Lord of Bedford, I see your honour is adressed to talke, Pray pardon me, I am sent for to the king, And do not know the businesse yet my selfe, So fare you well, for I must needes be gone. You must, well what remedie, I feare too soone you must be gone indeed, The king hath businesse, but little doest thou know, Whose busie for thy life: thou thinkes not so.