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Thomas Lord Cromwell · chunk 25 of 26

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 · 506 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.

The king, let me go to him face to face, No better trial I desire than that, Let him but say that Cromwell's faith was feigned, Then let my honour, and my name be stained: If ever my heart against my king was set, O let my soul in judgement answer it, Then if my faith's confirmed with his reason, 'gainst whom hath Cromwell then committed treason, My Lord your matter shall be tried, Mean time, with patience content yourself. Perforce I must with patience be content, O dear friend Bedford dost thou stand so near, Cromwell rejoiceth one friend sheds a tear, And whether is't, which way must Cromwell now? My Lord you must unto the tower, Lieutenant take him to your charge. Well where you please, yet before I part, Let me confer a little with my men. As you go by water so you shall. I have some business present to impart. You may not stay Lieutenant take your charge. Well, well my Lord, you second Gardiner's text, Norfolk farewell, thy turn willbe the next. His guilty conscience makes him rave my Lord. I let him talk his time is short enough. My Lord of Bedford, come you weep for him, That would not shed half a tear for you. It grieves me for to see his sudden fall. Such success wish I to traitors still. Why? can this news be true is't possible, The great Lord Cromwell arrested upon treason, I hardly will believe it can be so, It is too true sir, would it were otherwise, Condition I spent half the wealth I had, I was at Lambeth, saw him there arrested, And afterward committed to the Tower. What was't for treason that he was committed? Kind noble Gentleman, I may rue the time, All that I have, I did enjoy by him, And if he die, then all my state is gone. It may be doubted that he shall not die, Because the King did favour him so much. O sir, you are deceived in thinking so, The grace and favour he had with the king, Hath caused him have so many enemies: He that in court secure will keep himself, Must not be great, for then he is envied at. The Shrub is safe, whenas the Cedar shakes, For where the King doth love above compare, Of others they as much more envied are. 'tis pity that this noble man should fall, He did so many charitable deeds. 'tis true, and yet you see in each estate, There's none so good, but some one doth him hate. And they before would smile him in the face, Will be the foremost to do him disgrace: What will you go along unto the Court? I care not if I do, and hear the news. How men will judge what shall become of him. Some will speak hardly, some will speak in pity, Go you to the Court, I'll unto the City, There I am sure to hear more news than you.
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PlayThomas Lord Cromwell
AuthorS., W.
Publication year (edition)1602
First performance / composition (Annals)1600 [c.1599-1602]
First performance (BritDrama)1601 [1599-1602]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 431 · TCP A11265 · DEEP 332
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1361–1422 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 26 in this edition
Length506 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.826
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The king, let me goe to him face to face, No better triall I desire then that, Let him but say that Cromwels fayth was fayned, Then let my honour, and my name be stayned: If euer my hart agaynst my king was set, O let my soule in Iudgement aunswere it, Then if my faythes confirmed with his reason, Gaynst whom hath Cromwell then committed treason, My Lord your matter shall be tried, Meane time, with patience content your selfe. Perforce I must with patience be content, O deare friend Bedford doest thou stand so neare, Cromwell reioyceth one friend sheds a teare, And whether ist, which way must Cromwell now? My Lord you must vnto the tower, Lieutenant take him to your charge. Well where you please, yet before I part, Let me conferre a little with my men. As you goe by water so you shall. I haue some businesse present to impart. You may not stay Lieutenant take your charge. Well, well my Lord, you second Gardiners text, Norfolke farewell, thy turne wilbe the next. His guiltie conscience makes him raue my Lord. I let him talke his time is short enough. My Lord of Bedford, come you weepe for him, That would not shed halfe a teare for you. It grieues me for to see his sudden fall. Such successe wish I to traitours still. Why? can this newes be true ist possible, The great Lord Cromwell arreasted vpon treason, I hardly will beleeue it can be so, It is too true sir, would it were otherwise, Condition I spent halfe the wealth I had, I was at Lambeth, saw him there arrested, And afterward committed to the Tower. What wast for treason that he was committed? Kinde noble Gentleman, I may rue the time, All that I haue, I did inioy by him, And if he die, then all my state is gone. It may be doubted that he shall not die, Because the King did fauour him so much. O sir, you are deceiued in thinking so, The grace and fauour he had with the king, Hath causde him haue so manie enemies: He that in court secure will keepe himselfe, Must not be great, for then he is enuied at. The Shrub is safe, when as the Cedar shakes, For where the King doth loue aboue compare, Of others they as much more enuied are. Tis pittie that this noble man should fall, He did so many charitable deeds. Tis true, and yet you see in each estate, Theres none so good, but some one doth him hate. And they before would smile him in the face, Will be the formost to do him disgrace: What will you go along vnto the Court? I care not if I do, and here the newes. How men will iudge what shall become of him. Some will speake hardly, some will speake in pitie, Go you to the Court, Ile vnto the Citie, There I am sure to here more newes then you.