S., W. · published 1613 · 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 · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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Sirrah, where be those men I caused to stay? They do attend your pleasure Sir within, Bid them come hither, and stay you without, For by those men the Fox of this same land, That makes a Goose of better than himself, Must woried be unto his latest home, or Gardiner will fail in his intent. As for the Dukes of Suffolk and of Norfolk, Whom I have sent for to come speak with me, Howsoever outwardly they shadow it, Yet in their hearts I know they love him not; As for the Earl of Bedford he is but one, And dares not gainsay what we do set down. Now my friends, you know I saved you lives, When by the law you had deserved death, And then you promised me upon your oaths, To venture both your lives to do me good. We swore no more than that we will perform. I take your words, and that which you must do, Is service for your 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 you heads, 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 Duke's 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 also thy own head lights upon, For thou art he hath changed religion: But now no more, for here the Dukes are come. Good even 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 Moor, 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.
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Sirra, where be thoſe men I caus'd to ſtay? They doe attend your pleaſure Sir within, Bid them come hether, and ſtay you without, For by thoſe men the Foxe of this ſame land, That makes a Gooſe of better then himſelfe, Muſt woried be vnto his lateſt home, or Gardiner will faile in his intent. As for the Dukes of Suffolke and of Norfolke, Whom I haue ſent for to come ſpeake with me, Howſoeuer outwardly they ſhadow it, Yet in their harts I know they loue him not; As for the Earle of Bedford hee is but one, And dares not gaine-ay what we doe ſet downe. Now my friends, you know I ſau'd you liues, When by the law you had deſerued death, And then you promiſed me vpon your othes, To venture both your liues to doe me good. We ſwore no more then that we will performe. I take your words, and that which you muſt doe, Is ſeruice for your God, and for your King, To roote a rebell from this flouriſhing land, One thats an enemy 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 will here abſolue you both, This Crucifixe I lay vpon you heads, And ſprinckle holy-water on your browes, The deed is meritorious that you doe, 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 preſently 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 alſo thy owne head lights vpon, For thou art he hath chang'd religion: But now no more, for here the Dukes are come. Good euen to my Lord Biſhop. How fares my Lord? what are you all alone? No not alone my Lords, my minde 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? There's Thomas Wolſay, hee's already gone, And Thomas Moore, he followed after him: Another Thomas yet there doth remaine, That is farre worſe 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.