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 · 485 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
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 harts 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. Your well encountered my good Lord of Bedford, I see your honour is addressed to talk, Pray pardon me, I am sent for to th' King, And do not know the business yet myself, So far 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, Whose busy for thy life: thou thinkest not so. The second time well met my Lord of Bedford, I am very sorry that my haste is such, Lord Marks Dorset being sick to death, I must receive of him the privy seal At Lambeth, soon my Lord we'll talk our fill, How smooth and easy is the way to death My Lord, the Dukes of Norfolk's and of Suffolk, Accompanied Bishop of Winchester 〈…〉 Entreats you to come presently to Lambeth, On earnest matters that concerns the state▪ To Lambeth, so: go fetch me pen and ink I and Lord Cromwell there shall talk enough, I and our last, I fear, and if he come, Here take this letter, and hear it to Lord Cromwell, Bid him read it, say it concerns him near, Away be gone make all the haste you can, To Lambeth do I go a woeful man. Is the Barge ready? I will strait to Lambeth, And if this one days business once were passed, I'd take me ease to morrow after trouble, How now my friend wouldst thou speak with me? Sir here's a letter from my Lord of Bedford. O good my friend commend me to thy Lord, hold take those Angels, drink them for thy pains. He doth desire your grace to reade i ▪ Because he says it doth concern you near. Bid him assure himself of that farewell▪ To morrow tell him shall he hear from me, Set on before there, and away to Lambeth▪ Halberta stand close unto the waterside▪ Sergeant at arms be bold in your office, Herald deliver your proclamation. This is to glue notice to all the King's subjects. The late Lord Cromwell Lord Chancellor of England, Vicar general over the realm, Him to hold and esteem as a traitor, Against the Crown and dignity of England▪ So God save the King. Amen. Amen, and root thee from the land, For whilst thou livest truth cannot stand.
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Come then about it, let vs guard the towne, This is the day that Cromwell muſt goe downe. Along my Lords, well Cromwell is halfe dead, He ſhak'd my har 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 doe 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 th' King, And doe not know the buſineſſe yet me ſelfe, So fare you well, for I muſt needes be gone. You muſt, well, what remedy? I feare too ſoone you muſt be gone indeed, The King hath buſineſſe, but little doeſt thou know, Whoſe buſie for thy life: thou think'ſt not ſo. The ſecond time well met my Lord of Bedford, I am very ſory that my haſt is ſuch, Lord Marques Dorſet being ſicke to death, I muſt receaue of him the priuie ſeale At Lambeth, ſoone my Lord weele talke our fill, How ſmooth and eaſie is the way to death My Lord, the Dukes of Norfolks and of Suffoke, Accompanid Biſhop of Winchest Intreates you to come preſently to Lambeth, On earneſt matters that concernes the ſtate▪ To Lambeth, ſo: goe fetch me pen and inke I and Lord Cromwell there ſhall talke enough, I and our laſt, I feare, and if he come, Here take this letter, and heare it to Lord Cromwell, Bid him read it, ſay it concernes him nea, Away be gone make all the haſt you can, To Lambeth doe I goe a woefull man. Is the Barge ready? I will ſtraight to Lambeth, And if this one dayes buſineſſe once were paſt, I'de take me eaſe to morrow after trouble, How now my friend wouldſt thou ſpeake with me? Sir heres a letter from my Lord of Bedford. O good my friend commend me to thy Lord, Hould take thoſe Angels, drinke them for thy paines. He doth deſire your grace to reade i ▪ Becauſe he ſayes it doth concerne you neare. Bid him aſſure himſelfe of that fareell▪ To morrow tell him ſhall he heare from me, Set on before there, and away to Lambeth▪ Halberta ſtand cloſe vnto the waterſide▪ Sergiant at armes be bould in your office, Herauld deliuer your proclamation. This is to glue notice to all the Kings ſubiects. The late Lord Cromwell Lord Chancellor of England, Vicar generall ouer the realme, Him to hould and eſteeme as a traytor, Againſt the Crowne and dignitie of England▪ So God ſaue the King. Amen. Amen, and roote thee from the land, For whilſt thou liueſt truth cannot ſtand.