S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.77 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Why then soon will we meet again. Now Cromwell hast thou time to meditate, And think upon thy state, and of the time, Thy honours came unsought, I and unlooked for, Thy fall as sudden, and unlooked for to, What glory was in England that I had not, Who in this land commanded more than Cromwell, Except the King who greater than myself, But now I see, what after ages shall, The greater man, more sudden is their fall. And now I do remember the Earl of Bedford Was very desirous for to speak to me, And afterward sent to me a letter, The which I think I have still in my pocket, Now may I read it, for I now have leisure, And this I take it is. O God had I but read this letter, Then had I been free from the Lions paw, Deferring this, to read until tomorrow, I spurned at joy, and did embrace my sorrow. Now master Lieutenant, when's this day of death. Alas my Lord would I might never see it, Here are the Dukes of Suffolk and of Norfolk, Winchester, Bedford, and sir Richard Ratcliffe, With others, but why they come I know not. No matter wherefore, Cromwell is prepared, For Gardiner has my state and life ensnared, Bid them come in, or you shall do them wrong, For here stands he, whom some thinks lives too long, Learning kills learning, and instead of Ink To dip his Pen, Cromwels heart blood doth drink. Good morrow Cromwell, what alone so sad. One good among you, none of you are bad, For my part, it best fits me be alone, Sadness with me, not I with any one. What is the king acquainted with my cause? We have, and he hath answered us my Lord. How, shall I come to speak with him myself? The King is so advertised of your guilt. He will by no means admit you to his presence. No way admit me, am I so soon forgot, Did he but yesterday embrace my neck, And said that Cromwell was even half himself, And is his Princely ears so much bewitched With scandalous ignomy, and slanderous speeches, That now he doth deny to look on me, Well my Lord of Winchester, no doubt but you, Are much in favour with his Majesty, Will you bear a letter from me to his grace? Pardon me, i'll bear no traitor's letters. Ha, will you do this kindness then? Tell him by word of mouth, what I shall say to you. That will I. But on your honour will you? I on my honour. Bear witness Lords, Tell him when he hath known you, And tried your faith but half so much as mine, he'll find you to be the falsest hearted man In England: Pray tell him this. Be patient good my Lord in these extremes. My kind and honourable Lord of Bedford, I know your honour always loved me well, But pardon me, this still shall be my theme,
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Why then soone will we meet againe. Now Cromwell hast thou time to meditate, And thinke vpon thy state, and of the time, Thy honours came vnsought, I and vnlooked for, Thy fall as sudden, and vnlooked for to, What glorie was in England that I had not, Who in this land commanded more then Cromwell, Except the King who greater then my selfe, But now I see, what after ages shall, The greater man, more sudden is their fall. And now I do remember the Earle of Bedford Was very desirous for to speake to me, And afterward sent to me a letter, The which I thinke I haue still in my pocket, Now may I read it, for I now haue leasure, And this I take it is. O God had I but read this letter, Then had I beene free from the Lions paw, Deferring this, to read vntill to morrow, I spurnd at ioy, and did imbrace my sorrow. Now maister Lieutenant, when's this day of death. Alas my Lord would I might neuer see it, Here are the Dukes of Suffolke and of Norffolke, Winchester, Bedford, and sir Richard Ratcliffe, With others, but why they come I know not. No matter wherefore, Cromwell is prepard, For Gardiner has my state and life insnard, Bid them come in, or you shall do them wrong, For here stands he, whom some thinkes liues too long, Learning killes learning, and insteed of Inck To dip his Pen, Cromwels heart blood doth drinke. Good morrow Cromwell, what alone so sad. One good among you, none of you are bad, For my part, it best fits me be alone, Sadnesse with me, not I with any one. What is the king acquainted with my cause? We haue, and he hath answered vs my Lord. How, shall I come to speake with him my selfe? The King is so aduertised of your guilt. He will by no meanes admit you to his presence. No way admit me, am I so soone forgot, Did he but yesterday imbrace my neck, And said that Cromwell was euen halfe himselfe, And is his Princely eares so much bewitched With scandolous ignomie, and slanderous speeches, That now he dooth denie to looke on me, Well my Lord of Winchester, no doubt but you, Are much in fauour with his Maiestie, Will you beare a letter from me to his grace? Pardon me, ile beare no traitors letters. Ha, will you do this kindnesse then? Tell him by word of mouth, what I shall say to you. That will I. But on your honour will you? I on my honor. Beare witnesse Lords, Tell him when he hath knowne you, And tried your faith but halfe so much as mine, Heele finde you to be the falsest harted man In England: Pray tell him this. Be patient good my Lord in these extreames. My kinde and honorable Lord of Bedford, I know your honor alwaies loued me well, But pardon me, this still shall be my theame,