S., W. · published 1613 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 471 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
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 traitors 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 patiented 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, Gardiner is the cause makes Cromwell so extreme, Sir Ralph Sadler, pray a word with you, You were my man, and all that you possess Came by my means, to requite all this, Will you take this letter here of me, And give it with your own hands to the King. I kiss your hand, and never will I rest, Ear to the King this be delivered. Why yet Cromwell hath one friend in store. But all the ●ast he makes shall be but vain; Here's a discharge for your prisoner, To see him executed presently: My Lord, you here the tenor of your life. I do embrace it, welcome my last date, And of this glistering world I take last leave, And noble Lords, I take my leave of you, As willingly I go to meet with death, As Gardiner did pronounce in with his breath, From treason is my heart as white as Snow, My death only procured by my foe: I pray commend me to my Sovereign King, And tell him in what sort his Cromwell died, To lose his head before his cause were tried: But let his Grace, when he shall here my name, Say only this, Gardiner procured the same. Here is your son come to take his leave.
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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 doth deny 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 doe 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 honour. 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 honour alwaies loued me well, But pardon me, this ſtill shall be my theame, Gardiner is the cauſe makes Cromwell ſo extreame, Sir Ralph Sadler, pray a word with you, You were my man, and all that you poſſeſſe Came by my meanes, to requite all this, Will you take this letter here of me, And giue it with your owne hands to the King. I kiſſe your hand, and neuer will I reſt, Eare to the King this be deliuered. Why yet Cromwell hath one friend in ſtore. But all the aſt he makes ſhall be but vaine; Heres a diſcharge for your priſoner, To ſee him executed preſently: My Lord, you here the tenor of your life. I doe imbrace it, welcome my laſt date, And of this gliſtering world I take laſt leaue, And noble Lords, I take my leaue of you, As willingly I goe to meete with death, As Gardiner did pronounce in with his breath, From treaſon is my hart as white as Snow, My death onely procured by my foe: I pray commend me to my Soueraigne King, And tell him in what ſort his Cromwell died, To looſe his head before his cauſe were tride: But let his Grace, when he ſhall here my name, Say onely this, Gardiner procured the ſame. Here is your ſonne come to take his leaue.