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 · 478 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.
It may be hoped 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 ill keep himself, Must not be great, for than he is envied at. The Shrub is safe, when as the Cedar shakes, For where the King doth love above compare, Of others they as much more entiled are. 'tis pity that this noble man should fall, He did so many charitable deeds. 'tis true, and yet you see in each estate, Thereof 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 newer, 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 go into the City, There I am sure to here more news than you. 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 unto 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. My Lord come not this night to Lambeth, For if you do, your state is overthrown. And much I doubt your life, and if you come: Then if you love yourself, stay where you are. O God had I but read this letter, Then had I been free from the Lion's paw, Deferring this, to read until to morrow, 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 Ratcliff, With others, but why they come I know not. No matter wherefore, Cromwell is prepared, For Gardener 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, Cromwel's heart blood doth drink.
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It may be hoped 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 many enemies: He that in court ſecure ill 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 entiled are. Tis pittie that this noble man ſhould fall, He did ſo many charitable deeds. Tis true, and yet you ſee in each eſtate, There none ſo good, but ſome one doth him hate, And they before would ſmile him in the face, will be the formoſt to doe him diſgrace: What will you goe along vnto the Court? I care not if I do, and heare the newer, How men will iudge what ſhall become of him▪ Some will ſpeake hardly ſome will ſpeake in pitie▪ Goe you to the Court, Ile goe into the Citie, There I am ſure to here more newes then you. 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 glory 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 doe remember the Earle of Bedford Was very deſirous for to ſpeake to me: And afterward ſent vnto 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. My Lord come not this night to Lambeth, For if you doe, your ſtate is ouerthrowne. And much I doubt your life, and if you come: Then if you loue your ſelfe, ſtay where you are. 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 Norfolke, 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 doe 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.