S., W. · published 1613 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 504 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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I will resolve you sir, and thus it is; The Bishop of Winchester, that loves not Cromwell, As great men are envied, aswell as less. A while ago there was a jar between them, And it was brought to my Lord Cromwel's ear, That Bishop Gardiner would sit on his skirts, Upon which word, he made his men long Blue coats, And in the Court wore one of them himself: And meeting with the Bishop, quoth he, my Lord Here's skirt enough now for your Grace to sit on. Which vexed the Bishop to the very heart, This is the reason why they wear long coats. 'tis always seen, and mark it for a rule, That one great man will envy still another: But 'tis a thing that nothing concerns me: What, shall we now to Master Banisters? I come, we'll pay him royally for our dinner. Uncover there Gentlemen. My noble Lords of Suffolk and of Bedford, Your honours welcome to poor Cromwel's house: Where is my father? nay be covered Father, Although that duty to these noble men doth challenge it Yet I'll make bold with them. Your head doth bear the calendar of care: What Cromwell covered, and his Father bare? It must not be. Now sit to you, Is not your name Friskiball, and a Florentine. My name was Friskiball, till cruel fate? Did rob me of my name and of state. What fortune brought you to this country now? All other parts hath left me succourless, Save only this, because of debts I have I hope to gain for to relieve my want. Did you not once upon your Florence bridge, Help a distressed men, robbed by the Bandetto, His name was Cromwell? I never made my brain a calendar of any good I did, I always loved this nation with my heart. I am that Cromwell that you there relieved, Sixteen Ducats you gave me for to clothe me, Sixteen to bear my charges by the way, And sixteen more I had for my horse hire, There be those several sums justly returned, Yet it injustice were that serving at thy need, For to repay them without interest, Therefore receive of me these four several bags▪ In each of them there is four hundred mark, And bring to me the names of all your debtors, And if they will not see you paid, I will: O God forbidden, that I should see him fall, That helpe me in my greatest need of all▪ Here stands my Father that first gave me life, Alas what duty is too much for him? This man in time of need did save my life, And therefore cannot do too much for him. By this old man I often times was said, Else might I have gone supperless to bed. Such kindness have I had of these three men, That Cromwell no way can repay again: Now in to dinner, for we stay too long, And to good stomachs is no greater wrong
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I will reſolue you ſir, and thus it is; The Biſhop of Wincheſter, that loues not Cromwell, As great men are enuied, aſwell as leſſe. A while agoe there was a iarre betweene them, And it was brought to my Lord Cromwels eare, That Biſhop Gardiner would ſit on his skirts, Vpon which word, he made his men long Blew coates, And in the Court wore one of them himſelfe: And meeting with the Biſhop, quoth he, my Lord Here's skirt enough now for your Grace to ſit on. Which vexed the Biſhop to the very hart, This is the reaſon why they weare long coates. Tis alwaies ſeene, and marke it for a rule, That one great man will enuie ſtill another: But tis a thing that nothing concernes me: What, ſhall we now to Maiſter Baniſters? I come, weele pay him royally for our dinner. Vncouer there Gentlemen. My noble Lords of Suffolke and of Bedford, Your honors welcome to poore Cromwels houſe: Where is my father? nay be couered Father, Although that duty to theſe noble men doth challenge it Yet Ile make bolde with them. Your head doth beare the calender of care: What Cromwell couered, and his Father bare? It muſt not be. Now ſit to you, Is not your name Friskiball, and a Florentine. My name was Friskiball, till cruell fate? Did rob me of my name and of ſtate. What fortune brought you to this countrie now? All other parts hath left me ſuccourleſſe, Saue onely this, becauſe of debts I haue I hope to gaine for to releeue my want. Did you not once vpon your Florence bridge, Helpe a diſtreſſed men, robd by the Bandetto, His name was Cromwell? I neuer made my braine a calender of any good I did, I alwaies lou'd this nation with my heart. I am that Cromwell that you there releeu'd, Sixteene Duckets you gaue me for to cloath me, Sixteene to beare my charges by the way, And ſixteene more I had for my horſe hier, There be thoſe ſeuerall ſummes iuſtly return'd, Yet it iniuſtice were that ſeruing at thy need, For to repay them without intereſt, Therefore receiue of me theſe foure ſeuerall bag ▪ In each of them there is foure hundred marke, And bring to me the names of all your debtors, And if they will not ſee you paide, I will: O God forbid, that I ſhould ſee him fall, That help me in my greateſt need of all▪ Here ſtands my Father that firſt gaue me life, Alas what dutie is too much for him? This man in time of need did ſaue my life, And therefore cannot doe too much for him. By this old man I often times was ſed, Els might I haue gone ſupperleſſe to bed. Such kindneſſe haue I had of theſe three men, That Cromwell no way can repay againe: Now in to dinner, for we ſtay too long, And to good ſtomackes is no greater wrong