And leave none but the earl and I together,
And this my peasant here to tend on us.
Sost. With all my heart : God grant you do some good.
[Sxit H08T. Ceomwell shut^ the door.
Bed, Now, Sir, what is your will with me ?
Crom. Intends your honour not to yield yourself?
Bed. No, good-man goose, not while my sword doth last.
Is this your eloquence for to persuade me ?
Crom. My lord^ my eloouence is for to save you :
I am not, as vou judge, a Neapolitan,
But Cromwell, your servant, and an Englishman.
Bed. How ! Cromwell ? not my farrier's son ?
Crom. The same. Sir ; and am come to succour you.
Hodge. Yes, faitn. Sir; and I am Hodge, your poor smith:
many a time and oft have I shod your dapple-grey.
Bed. And what avails it me that thou art here ?
Crom. It may avail, if you'll be ruled by me.
My lord, you know, the men of Mantua
And these Bononians are at deadly strife ;
And they,* my lord, both love and honour you.
Could you but get out of the Mantua port,T
Then were you safe, despite of all their force. ^
Bed. Tut> man, tnou talk'st of things impossible;
Dost thou not see that we are round beset r
How then is*t possible we should escape ?
Crom. By force we cannot, but by policy.
Put on the apparel here that Hodge doth wear,
And give him yours : The states,! they know you not
* I. e. the people of Mantua. f I. e. the grate leading to Mantua.
t T. e. the principal personages.
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181 THE LIFB AND DEATH OP [ICT HI.
(For, as I think, they never saw your face) ;
And at a watch- word must I call them in,
And will desire that we two safe may pass
To Mantua, where I'll say my business lies. '
How doth your honour like of this device ?
Bed. O, wondrous good.— But wilt thou venture, Hodge ?
Modge. Willi?
noble lord
1 do accord,
In any thing I can :
And do agree,
To set thee free.
Do Fortune what she can.
J3ed. Come then, let us change our apparel straight.
Crom. Go, Hodge ; make haste, lest they should chance to calL
Rodge. I warrant you I'll fit him with a suit.
[Uxeunt Bedford and Hodgb.
Crom, Heavens grant this policy doth take suooess,
And that the earl may safely scai)e away !
And yet it grieves me for tms simple wretch,
For fear lest they should offer him violence :
But of two evils, 'tis best to shun the greatest;
And better is it that he live in thnil^
Than such a noble earl as he should fall.
Their stubborn hearts, it may be, will relent,
Since he is gone to whom their hate is bent
He-enter Bedfobd and HODGE.
My lord, have you despatch'd ?
Bed. How dost thou like us, Cromwell ? is it well ?
Crom. O, my good lord, excellent. Hodge, how dost feel
thyself?
Hodge. How do I feel myself ? why, as a nobleman should do.
O, how I feel honour come creepine on ! My nobility is wonder-
fiu melancholy : is it not most gentleman-like to be melancholy ?
Bed. Yes, Hodge : now go sit down in the study, and take state
upon thee.
Hodge. I warrant you, my lord ; let me alone to take state
upon me : But hark, my lord, do you feel nothing bite about
you?
Bed. No. trust me. Hodge.
Hodge. Ay, they know they want their old pasture. *Tis a
strange thing of this vermin^hey dare not meddle with nobility.
Crom. Go take thy place, Hodge ; I will call them in.
Now all is done: — ^Enter, an if you please.
Enter the GovEBNOB and other States and Citizens o/Bononia,
and Officers with hatterts.
Oov. What, have you won him ? will he yield himself?
Crom. I have, an*t please you ; and the quiet earl
Doth yield himself to be di^sed by you.
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SCENTE II.] THOMAS LOBD CBOUWSLL. 185
Ow. Give him* the money that we promised him
So \e*i him go. whither it please himself.
Crom. My business, Sir, Ues unto Mantua ;
Please you to give me a safe conduct thither.
Gov. Go, and conduct him to the Mantua port,
And see him safe deUver'd presently.
[^Exeunt Gbomwell, Bedfobd, and an Officeb.
Go draw the curtains, let us see the earl :t —
\^An Attendant opens the cwiaina,
O, he is writing : stand apart awhile.
Sodge [readsj. FeUow Wittiam, I am not as I have been; I
went from you a smithy I write to you as a lord. I am, at this
present writing, among the Poloman sausages. I do commend
my lordship to lUUph and to JRoger, to Bridget and to Dorothy,
and so to all the youth of Putney.
Oov. Sure these are the names of English noblemen.
Some of his special friends, to whom he writes :—
[Hodge sounds a note.
But stay, he doth address himself to sing. [Hodge sings a song.
My lord, I am glad you are so frolic and so olithe :
Believe me, noble lord, if you knew all.
You'd change your merry vein to sudden sorrow.
Hodge. I change my merry vein ? no, thou Bononian, no ;
I am a lord, and therefore le^ me go.
I do defy thee and thy sausages ;
Therefore stand off, and come not near my honour.
Oov. My lord, this jesting cannot serve your turn.
Sodge. Dost think, thou hlack Bononian beast,
That I do flout, do gibe, or jest ?
Noi, no, thou beer-not, know that I,
A noble earl, a lord par-dy— \_A trumpet sounds.
Gov. What means this trumpet's sound ?
Enter a Messengeb.
at. One is come firom the states of Mantua.
Gov. What would you with us ? speak, ihou man of Mantua.
Mes. Men of Bononia, this my message is ;
To let you know the noble earl of Bedford
Is safe within the town of Mantua,
And wills you send the peasant that you have,
Who hath deceived your expectation :
Or else the states of Mantua have vow'd.
They will recall the truce that thev have made ;
And not a man shall stir from forth your town,
That shall return, unless you send him back.
Gov. O this misfortune, how it mads my heart !
The Neapolitan hath beguiled us all.
Hence with this fooL What shall we do with him.
The earl being gone ? a plague upon it all !
* J. e. Cromwell.
t It was once common to divide the stage by means of a curtidn, or
traverse, that it zoight answer the purpose of more than one apartment.
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186 THB LIFB Ain> DBATH OF [ACT III.
Hodge. No, FU assure you, I am no earl, but a smith, Sir; one
Hodge, a smith at Putney, Sir ; one that hath gulled you, that
hath bored you. Sir.
Gov. Away with him ; take henoe the fool you came for.
Hodge. Ay, Sir, and Pll leave the greater fool with you.
Met. Farewell, Bononians. Ck)me, Ariend, along with me.
Hodge. My Mend, afore ; my lordship will follow thee.
[Exeunt HODOE and MessBNOEB.
O^yo. WelL Mantua, since by thee the earl is lost,
Within few days I hope to see thee crost.
lExeunt Gk>TEBNOB, StcOee, AUendanie, S^c
JSnter Chobus.
Cho. Thus far you see how Cromwell's fortune pass'd.
The earl of Bedford, being safe in Mantua,
Desires Cromwell's company into France,
To make requital for his courtesy :
But Cromwell doth deny the earl nis suit.
And tells him of those parts he meant to see,
He had not yet set footing on the land;
And so directly takes his way to Spain :
The earl to Fiunce ; and so they both do part.
Now let your thoughts, as swift as is the wind.
Skin some few jears that Cromwell spent in trav^ ;
And now imagme him to be in England,
Servant unto the Master of the Bolls ;
Where in short time he there began to flourish :
An hour shall show you what few years did nourish. lExii,
SCEIfJS III.— London. A Boom in SiB Chbistopheb
Hale's house.
Music plays ; then a banquet is brought in. Enter SiB CHBIS-
TOPHEB Hales, Cbomwell, and two Sebyants.
Hales. Come, Sirs, be careflil of your master's credit ;
And as our bounty now exceeds the figure
Of common entertainment, so do you.
With looks as free as is your master's soul.
Give formal welcome to the thronced tables,
That shall receive the cardinal's followers.
And the attendants of the great Lord Chancellor.
But all my care, Cromwell, depends on thee :
Thou art a man differing from vulvar form.
And by how much thy spirit 's rank'd 'bove these.
In rules of art, by so much it shines brighter
By travel, whose observance pleads his merit,
In a most leam'd, yet unaffectin^ spirit.
Good Cromwell, cast an eye of fair regard
'Bout all my house ; and what this ruder flesh,*
Through ignorance, or wine, do miscreate,
* I. e. these ooaner natures, i. e. the menials.
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aCBira III.] THOMAS LOBD CBOMWBLL. 187
Salve thou with courtesy. If weloome want,
Full bowls and ample banquets will seem scant
Crom. Sir, as to whatsoever lies in me,
Assure you, I will show my utmost duty.
Sales, About it, then ; the lords will straight be here.
[£xU Cbomwbll.
Cromwell, thou hast those parts would rather suit
The service of the state than of my house :
I look upon thee with a loving eye.
That one day will prefer thy destiny.
Snter a SbbvakT.
Ser, Sir; the lords be at hand.
McUes. They are welcome ; bid Cromwell straight attend uf.
And look you all things be in perfect readiness. [ExU SsAYAif T.
The music plays. JEwter CaBDIKAL Wolset, Sib Thohas
MOBB, Gabdiiteb; Cbomwell, and other Aitendants,
Wol. O, Sir Christopher,
You are too UberaL What ! a banquet, too P
Hales, My lords^ if words could snow the ample welcome
That my free heart affords you, I could then
Become a prater \ but I now must deal
Like a feast-poUtician with your lordships ;
Defer your welcome till the banquet enc^
That it may then salve our defect of fare :
Yet welcome now. and all that tend on you.
Wol. Our thauKS to the land Master of the Bolls.
Come and sit down ; sit down, Sir Thomas More.
Tis strange, how that we and the Spaniard difi^ ;
Their dinner is our banauet aftw dinner,
And they are men of active disposition.
This I gather that, by their sparing meat.
Their bodies are more fitter for the wars ;
And if that £Eunine chance to pinch their maws.
Being used to Hast, it breeds in them less pain.
Hales, Fill me some wine ; 111 answw Cardinal Wolsey.
My lord, we English are of more freer souls,
Than hunger-starved and ill-complexion'd Spaniards.
They that are rich in Spain spare belly food.
To deck their backs with an Italian hood,
And silks of Seville ; and the poorest snake *
That feeds on lemons, pilchards, and ne'er heated
His palate with sweet nesh, will bear a case f
More &t X and ^fallant than his starved face.
Pride, the Inquisition, and this belly-evil.
Are, in mv judgment, Spain's three-headed devil.
More. Indeed it is a plague unto their nation.
Who stagger after in bunoi imitation.
* Equivalent to '* poorest creature." f /. e. dothes.
t I. e. rich, fine.
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188 THB LnV AND DEl'TH OF [AOT HI.
Eal€$, My lords, with welcome, I preient your lordships
A solemn health.
More, I love healths well ; but when as* healths do \amg
Pain to the head, and body's surfeiting,
Then oease I healths :
Nay. spill not, friend ; for though the drops be small.
Yet nave they force to force men to the wall.
Wol. Sir Christopher, is that your man ?
EdUs. An't Uke
Your grace, he is a scholar, and a linguist ;
One that hath travelled through many parts
Of Christendom, my lord.
Woh My friend, come nearer ; have you been a traveller f
Crom» My lord,
I have added to my knowledge, the Low Countries,
With France, Spain, Germany, and Italy :
And though small gain of pront I did find.
Yet it did please my eye, content my mind.
WoL what do you think then of the several states
And princes' courts as you have travelled ?
Crom, My lord, no court with England may oomparet,
Neither for state, nor civil government.
Lust dwells in Prance, in Italy, and Spain^
From the poor peasant, to the prince's tram.
In Germany and Holland, riot serves ;
And he that most can drink, most he deserves.
England I praise not. for I here was bom.
But sure she laughs the others unto scorn.
Woh My lord, there dwells within that spirit more
Than can be disoem'd by the outward eye : —
Sir Christopher, will vou i)art with your man ?
Salet, I nave sought to proflfer hun unto your lordship ;
And now I see he hath preferred himself.
Wol, What is thy name ?
Crom. Cromwell, my lord.
Wol, Then, Cromwell, here we make thee solicitor
Of OUT causes, and nearest, next ourself :
Gardiner, give you kind welcome to the man.
[Gaedinee embraces Mm,
More, My lord cardinal, you are a royal winner,
Have got a man, besides your bounteous dinner.
WeU, my good knight, pray that we come no more :
If we come often, tnou mayst shut thy door.
Wol. Sir Christopher, hadst thou given me half thy landai,
Thou couldst not have pleased me so much as with
This man of thine. My infant thoughts do spell.
Shortly his fortune shall be lifted higher ;
True industry doth kindle honour's fire :
And so, kind Master of the Bolls, farewell
M<de9, Cromwell, &rewelL
♦That.
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SeSlfB m.] THOMAS LOBD CBOMWSLL. 189
Crom, Cromwell takes his leave of you.
That ne'er will leave* to love and honour you.
[Exeunt,. The muMo plays (u they go oui.
ACT IV.
Enter Chobus.
Cho. Now Cromwell's highest fortunes do begin.
Wolsey, that loved him as he did his life.
Committed all his treasure to his hands,
Wolsey is dead ; and Gardiner, his man,
Is now created bishop of Winchester.
Pardon if we omit all Wolse/s life.
Because our play depends on Cromwell's death.
Now sit, and see his nighest state of all.
His height of rising, and his sudden fall.
Pardon the errors are akeady pas^
And Uve in hope the best doth come at last
My hope ujwn your favour doth depend,
And looks to have your liking ere the end. [Exit
SCENE Z—The same. A public Walk.
Enter Gasdikeb JBishop of WiNCHBSTBB, the Dukes of NoB-
FOLK and O/SUFFOLE, SiB ThOMAS MOBE, SiB CHBISTOFHEB
Hales, and Cbomwell.
Nor, Mafeter Cromwell, since Cardinal Wolsey*8 death.
His majesty is given to understand
There's certain bills and writines in your hand.
That mueh concern the state of England.
My lord of Winchester, is it not so r
GcMT, My lord of Norfolk, we two were whilom fellows :
And Master CromwelL though our masterfs love
Did bind us, while his love was to the king,
It is no boot now to deny those things,
Which may be prejudicial to the state :
And thougn that God hath raised my fortune higher
Than any way I look'd for, or deserved,
Yet may my life no longer with me dweU,
Than I prove true unto my sovereim I
What say you, Master Cromwell ? have you those
Writings^y, or no ?
Crom. Here are the writings :
And on my knees I sive them unto
The worthy dukes of Suffolk, and of Norfolk.
He was my master, and each virtuous part
That Uved in him, I tender'd with my heart ;
* I. e, cease.
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190 THX LIFB AKD DEATH OP [ACT IT.
But what his head oomplotted 'gainst the state,
"Mj country's love commands me that to hatew
His sudden death I gricTe for, not his fall
Because he soueht to work my country's thraU.
Sitf, Cromwell, the king shall hear of this thy duty ;
Who, I assure myself, will well reward thee.
My lord, lef s go unto his majesty.
And show those writings which ne longs to see.
[UxeuntN orfoJaK and SUFFOLK.
JShOer Bedfobd hasHlp,
Bed, How now, who is this ? Cromwell ? By my soul.
Welcome to England : thou once didst save my life ;
Didst not, Cromwell ?
Crom. If I did so, 'tis sreater glory for me
That you rememher it, than for myself
Vainly to report it.
Bed, Well, Cromwell, how's the time,
I shall commend thee to my sovereign.
Cheer up thyself, for I will raise thy state :
A Russell yet was never found ingrate. [ExU,
Sales. O how uncertain is the wheel of fate !
Who lately greater than the cardinal.
For fear and love ? and now who lower lies ?
Q9.J honours are but Fortune's flatteries ;
And whom this day pride and ambition swells,
To-morrow envy and ambition quells.
Mere. Who sees the cobweb tangle the poor fly
M^ boldly say, the wretch's death is niffh.
Gard, I knew his state and proud ambition
Were too^too violent to last oWlong.
Males. Who soars too near the sun with golden wings.
Melts them; to ruin his own fortune brings.
Enter the Duke cf SUFFOLK.
Suf, Cromwell, kneel down. In King Hemy's name, arise
Sir Thomas Cromwell ; thus begins thy fame.
Enter the Duke of NOBFOLK.
Nor, Cromwell, the gracious majesty of England,
For the good liking he conceives of thee.
Makes thee the master of the jewel-house,
Chief secretary to himself, ana withal
Creates thee one of his highness' privy-counciL
Enter the Earl cf BEDFORD.
Bed, Where is Sir Thomas Cromwell P is he knighted ?
81^. He is, my lord.
Bed, Then, to add honour to
His name, the king creates him the lord-keepw
Of his privy seal, and master of the rolla^
Which you. Sir Christopher, do now enjoy :
The king determines higher place for you.
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SCSITB n.] THOMAS LOBD CKOXWELL. 191
Crom, My lords,
These honours are too high for my desert.
More. O content thee, man ; who would not choose it P
Yet thou art wise In seemins; to refuse it.
Qard. Here's honours, titles, and promotions :
I fear this cUmhing will have sudden fall.
Nor. Then come, my lords ; let*8 all together hring
This new-made counsellor to England's king.
{Exewnt all hut GaBDIITBB.
Oard. But Gardiner means his glory shall he dimm'd.
Shall Cromwell live a greater man than I ?
My envy with his honour now is hred :
I hope to shorten Cromwell hy the head. [JEacit
SCENE U.— London, A Street before Cromwell's house.
Enter Fbbscobald.
Free. O Fresoohald, what shall hecome of thee ?
Where shalt thou go, or which way shalt thou turn ?
Fortune, that turns her too unconstant wheel,
Hath turn'd thy wealth and riches in the sea.
All parts abroad wherever I have been
Grow weary of me, and deny me succour.
My debtors, they that should relieve my want,
Forswear my money,* say they owe me none ;
They know my state too mean to bear out law :
And here in London, where I ofb have been.
And have done good to many a wretched man.
I am now most wretehed here, despised myself.
In vain it is more of their hearts to try ;
Be patient, therefore, lay thee down and die. [Xie# down.
Enter Seely and JoAK.
Seely. Come, Joan, come ; let's see what he'll do for us now. I
wist we have done for him, when many a time and often he
might have gone a-hungrv to bed.
Joan. Alas, man, now he is made a lord, hell never look ui)on
us; hell fUlfil the old proverb. Set beggars a horseback and
thej/'ll ride— A we!l-a-day for my cow ! such as he hath made us
come behind-hand ; we had never pawn'd our cow else to pay
our rent.
Seely. Well, Joan, he'll come this way ; and by God's dickers!
Ill tell him roundly of it, an if he were ten lords : a' shall know
that I had not my cheese and my bacon for nothins.
Jocm. Do you remember, husband, how he would mouch§ up
my cheese-cakes ? He hath forgot this now ; but now we'll
remember 1 1 him.
Seely. Ay, we shall have now three flaps with a fox-tail : but
i' faith III jibber a joint,! but I'll tell him hia own.— Stay, who
comes here ? O, stand up, here he comes ; stand up.
* Deny on oath that they are indebted. f J. «. know.
t Tens; fingers. ^ Eatfreedily. | I.e. remind. % J,e. be spitted.
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188 THX LmS AND DEATH OF [ACT IV.
Enter HODGB wUh a tipstaff; Gbomwell, with the mace
carried before him; the Dukes of NOBFOLK and Suffolk,
and Attendamts,
Rodge. Ck)in6 ; away with these beggars here. Rise up, siirah ;
oome out, good people; run afore thejre, ho.
[Fbescobald risesy and stands at a distance.
Seely. Ay, we are kick'd away, now we come for our own ; the
time nath been, he would ha' look'd more friendly upon us : And
you, Hodge, we know you well enough, though you are so fin&
Crom. Come hither, sirrah :— Stajr, what men are these ?
My honest host of Hounslow, and his wife ?
I owe thee money, father, do I not ?
Seely, Ay, by the body of me, dost thou. Would thou wouldsfe
pay me : sood four pound it is ; I hav't o' the post* at home.
Crom, I know 'tis true. Siirah, give him ten angels : —
And look your wife and you do stay "to dinner
And while you live, I freely give to you
Four pound a year, for the four nound I oughtf you.
Seehf, Art not changed ? Art old Tom still ? Now Qod bless t^ecL
ffood Lord Tom. Home, Joan, home ; I'll dine with my Lora
Tom to-day, and thou shalt come neict week. Fetch my cow;
home, Joan, home.
Joan, Now Gk>d bless thee, my good Lord Tom ; Fll fetch my
cow presently. \_Exit J oak.
Enter Gabdikeb.
Crom. Sirrah, go to yon stranger ; tell him, I
Desire him stay to dinner: I must speak
With him. \_To HoDOB.
Qard. My lord of Norfolk, see you this
Same bubble ? that same puff P but mark the end.
My lord ; mark the end.
Nor. I promise you, I like not something he hath done :
But let that x>ass ; the king doth love him welL
Crom. Good-morrow to my lord of Winchester : I know
You bear me hard about the abbey lands.
Qard. Have I not reason, when religion's wrong*d ?
You had no colour for what you have done.
Crom. Yes, the abolishing of Antichrist,
And of his popish order, from our reabn.
I am no enemy to roUgion :
But what is done, it is for England's good.
What did they serve for. but to feed a sortt
Of lazy abbots and of full-fed friars ?
They neither plough nor sow, and yet they reap
The fat of all the mnd, and suck the poor.
Look, what was theirs is in King HeniVs hands;
His wealth before lay in the abbey lands.
Qard. Indeed these things you have alleged, my lord ;
When, God doth know, the infant yet unborn
* I e. the post on which <^e account was scored.
t Owed. ; J. e. a rabble.
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8CSNB IL] THOMAS LOSD CBOMWBLL. 108
Will curse the time the abbies were pull'd down.
Ipray now where is hospitality ?
Where now may poor distressed people go.
For to reUeve their need, or rest their bones,
When weary travel doth oppress their limbs ?
And where reUgious men should take them in.
Shall now be kept back with a mastiff dog ;
And thousand thousand
Nor. O my lord, no more :
Things past redress 'tis bootless to complain *
Crom. What, shall we to the convodktion-house ?
Nor. Well follow you, my lord ; pray lead the way.
Enter old Gbohwell, in the dress of a farmer.
Old Crom. How ! one Cromwell made lord keeper, since I left
Putney, and dwelt in Yorkshire ? I never heard better news :
111 see that Cromwell, or it shall go hard.
Crom. My aged father ! State then set aside,
Father, upon my knee I crave your blessing.
One of my servants^ go, and have him in ;
At better leisure wilTwe talk with him.
Old Crom. Now if I die, how happy were the day !
To see this comfort rains forth showers of joy.
lExewU old Cbomwell and Sebyant.
Nor. This dut^^ in him shows a kind of grace. lAside.
Crom. Go on before, for time draws on apace.
[JBweunt all hut FbbscobaLD.
Fres. I wonder what this lord would have with me.
His man so strictly ^ve me charge to stay :
I never did offend him, to my knowledse.
Well, good or bad, I mean to bide it all ;
Worse than I am, now never can befalL
Enter Banistbb and kit WiPB.
Ban. Come, wife,
I take it to be almoist dinner time;
For Master Newton and Master Crosby sent
To me last ni^ht, they would come dine with me.
And take their bond m. I pray thee, hie thee home.
And see that all things be in readiness.
Mrs. Ban. They smtll be welcome, husband ; 111 go before |
But is not that man Master Frescobald ?
I8he runs and embraces him.
Ban. O heavens ! it is kind Master. Frescobald :
Say, Sir, what hap hath brought you to this pass ?
JVm. The same that brought you to your misery.
Ban. Why would you not acquaint me with your state ?
Is Banister, your poor Ariend, then forgot.
Whose goods, whose love, whose life and all is yours ?
JFVet. I thought your usage would be as the rest^
* I. e. complain of.
TOL. T, O
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194 THB LIFE AlTD DSATH OF FaCT IV.
That had more kindness at my hands than you,
Yet look'd askance when as they saw me poor.
Mrs. Ban. If Banister would bear so base a heart,
I ne'er would look my husband in the face,
But hate him as I would a cockatrice.
Ban. And well thou mightst, should Banister deal sa
Since that I saw you. Sir, my state is mended ;
And for the thousand pound I owe to you,
I have it ready for you. Sir, at home :
And though I grieve your fortune is so bad.
Yet that my hap/s to help you makes me glad.
And now. Sir, will it please you walk with me ?
Fres. Wot yet I cannot, for the lord chancellor
Hath here commanded me to wait on him :
For what. I know not ; pray God it be for good.
Ban. Never make doubt of that; Pll warrant you.
He is as kind, a noble gentleman.
As ever did possess the place he nath.
Mrs. Ban. Sir, my brother is his steward : if you please,
We'll go along and bear you company ;
I know we shall not want for welcome there.
Fres. With all my heart, but whaf s become of Bagot ?