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1 Cit. Why then soon will we meet again : Nor. He is; and he hath answered us, my lorda adieu ! 14
[E.reunt. Crom. How shall I come to speak with him my
self? SCENE V.-A Room in the Tower.
Gard. The king is so advertised of your guilt,
He'll by no means admit you to his presence. Enter CROMWELL.
Crom. No way admit me ! am I so soon forgot? Crom. Now, Cromwell, hast thou time to me- Did he but yesterday embrace my neck, ditate,
And said that Cromwell was even half himself? And think upon thy state, and of the time. And are his princely ears so much bewitched Thy honours came unsought, ay, and unlooked for; With scandalous ignominy, and slanderous Thy fall is sudden, and unlooked for too.
speeches, What glory was in England that I had not? That now he doth deny to look on me? Who in this land commanded more than Crom- Well, my lord of Winchester, no doubt but you well?
Are much in favour with his majesty: Except the king, who greater than myself? Will you bear a letter from me to his grace? But now I see what after ages shall;
Gard. Pardon me; I will bear no traitor's letThe greater men, more sudden is their fall. And now I do remember, the earl of Bedford Crom. Ha !-Will you do this kindness then? Was very desirous for to speak to me;
tell him And afterward sent unto me a letter,
By word of mouth what I shall say to you?
Gard. That will I.
[Reads. Gard. Ay, on my honour. Niy lord, cone not this night to Lambeth, Crom. Bear witness, lords.-Tell him, when he For if you do, your state is overthrown;
bath known you, And much I doubt your life, an if you come : And tried your faith but half so much as mine,
Then if you love yourself, stay where you are. He'll find you to be the falsest-hearted man O God, () God! had I but read this letter, In England: pray, tell him this. Then had I been free from the lion's paw :
Bed. Be patient, goyd my lord, in the Deferring this to read until to-morrow, I spurned at joy, and did embrace my sorrow. Crom. My kind and honourable lord of Bedford, Enter Lieutenant of the Tower, Officers, &c.
I know your honour always loved ine well:
But, pardon me, this still shall be my theme; Now, master lieutenant, when's this day of death? Gardiner's the cause makes Cromwell so extreme.
Lieu. Alas, my lord, would I might never see it! Sir Ralph Sadler, I pray a word with you ; Flere are the dukes of Suffolk and of Norfolk, You were my man, and all that you possess Winchester, Bedford, and sir Richard Radcliffe, Came by my means : sir, to requite all this, With others; but why they come I know not. Say will you take this letter here of me, Crom. No matter wherefore. Cromwelt is pre- and give it with your own hands to the king? pared,
Sad. I kiss your hand, and never will I rest For Gardiner has my life and state ensnared. Ere to the king this be delivered. [E.rit Sadler. Bid them come in, or you shall do them wrong, Cron. Why then yệt Cromwell hath one friend For here stands he who some think lives too long.
in store. Learning kills learning, and, instead of ink
Gard, But all the haste he makes shall be but To dip his pen, Cromwell's heart-blood doth drink.
vain. Enter the Dukes of SUFFOLK and NORFOLK ;
Here is a discharge for your prisoner,
the Eurl of BEDFORD, GARDINER Bishop of Win
To see him executed presently:
(To the Lieutenant. chester, Sir RICHARD RADCLIFF, and Sir RALPH SADLER.
My lord, you hear the tenure of your life.
Crom. I do embrace it ; welcome my last date, Nor. Good morrow, Cromwell. What, aloue And of this glistering world I take last leave :
And, poble lords, I take my leave of you, Crom. One good among you, nope of you are As willingly I go to meet with death, bad.
As Gardiner did pronounce it with his breath. For my part, it best fits me be alone;
From treason is my heart as white aş snow; Sadness with me, not I with any one.
My death procured only by my fue.
14 Why then soon will we meet again : adieu !—The concluding word of this line has becs npplied by Mr Steevens. A rhyme was probably intended.-MALONE.
And tell him in what sort his Cromwell died, My lord of Bedford, T desire of you
This is my joy, that, ere my body fleet,
Your honoured arms are my true winding-sheet. Lieu. Here is your son, sir, come to take his Farewell, dear Bedford; my peace is niade in leave,
heaven. Crom. To take his leave? Come hither, Harry Thus falls great Cromwell, a poor ell in length, Cromwell.
To rise to unmeasured height, winged with new Mark, boy, the last words that I speak to thee : 16
strength, Flatter not Fortune, neither fawn upon her; The land of worms, which dying men discover: Gape not for state, yet lose no spark of honour; My soul is shrined with heaven's celestial cover. Ambition, like the plague, see thou eschew it;
[Exeunt CROMWELL, Officers, &c. I die for treason, boy, and never knew it.
Bed. Well, farewell Cromwell ! sure the truest Yet let thy faith as spotless be as mine,
friend And Cromwell's virtues in thy face shall shine: That ever Bedford shall possess again.Come, go along, and see me leave my breath, Well, lords, I fear that when this man is dead, And I'll leave thee upon the floor of death. You'll wish in vain that Cromwell had a head.
Son. O father, I shall die to see that wound ! Your blood being spilt will make my heart to
Enter an Officer with CROMWELL'S Head. swound,
Offi. Here is the head of the deceased CromCrom. How, hoy, not dare to look upon the
well. How shall I do then to bave my head struck off ? Bed. Pray thee go hence, and bear his head Come on, my child, and see the end of all;
away And after say, that Gardiner was my fall. Unto his body; inter them both in clay. Gard. My lord, you speak it of an envious heart;
[Erit Officer, I have done no more than law and equity.
Enter Sir RALPH SADLER. Bed. O, my good lord of Winchester, forbear: It would have better seemed you to have been Sad. How now, my lords ? What, is lord Crom. absent,
well deaa? Than with your words disturb a dying man. Bed. Lord Cromwell's body now doth want a Crom. Who me, my lord ? no: he disturbs not
Sad. O God! a little speed had saved his life. My mind he stirs not, though his mighty shock Here is a kind reprieve come from the king," Hath brought more peers' heads down unto the To bring him straight unto his majesty. block.
Suf. Ay, ay, sir Ralph, reprieves come now too Farewell, my boy! all Cromwell can bequeath, —
late. My hearty blessing :-so I take my leave.
Gard. My conscience now tells me this deel 'Exec. I am your death's-man; pray, my lord, forgive me.
Would Christ that Cromwell were alive again! Crom. Even with my soul.
Why man, thou Nor. Come let us to the king, who, well I know, art my doctor,
Will grieve for Cromwell, that his death was so, And bring'st me precious physic for my soul,
15 To lose his head before his cause was tried ;-Speed is the only historian (that I have seen) who asserts that the bill of attainder against Cromwell did not pass till after his death. In one sense indeed he might be said to be executed before his cause was tried, for it was never fairly tried; but the act of parliament by which he suffered, received the royal assent four days before his execution.--MALONE.
16 Mark, boy, the last words that I speak to thee:-The author has here departed from historical truth. The earl of Essex's son was arrived to manhood some time before the execution of his father; and had been called up by summons to the house of peers, four years before that event, by the title of baroa Cromwell, of Wimbleton, in the county of Surry.—MALONE.
" Here is a kind reprieve come from the king. ---No reprieve was at any time sent for Cromwell. The unfortunate statesman, during his confinement in the Tower, wrote a pathetic letter to Henry, whick brought tears into the eyes of that sanguinary tyrant, but produced no other effect.—MALONE.
FLOWERDALE Senior, a Díerchant.
Daffodil, Servants to Sir Lancelot SPURMATTHEW FLOWERDALE, his Son.
ARTICHOKE, FLOWERDALE Junior, Brother to the Merchant. Dick and Ralph, two cheating Gamesters. Sir LANCELOT SPURCOCK.
RUFFIAN, a Pander. Sir Arthur GREENSHIELD, a
in love with Delia, Military Officer,
Daughters to Sir LANCELOT SPUR
Luce. Oliver, a Devonshire Clothier,
Luce, WEATHERCOCK, a parasite to Sir LANCELOT SPUR
Citizen's Wife. Civet, in love with FRANCES.
Sheriff and Officers; Lieutenant and Soldiers ; Citizen.
Drawers, and other Attendants.
SCENE— London, and the parts adjacent.
SCENE I.- London. A Room ir FLOWERDALE How hath he borne himself since my departure, Junior's House.
I leaving you his patron and his guide ?
Flow. Jun. I'faith, brother, so as you will grieve Enter FLOWERDALE Senior, and FLOWERDALE
to hear, Junior.
And I almost ashamed to report it. Flow. Sen. Brother, from Venice, being thus Flow. Sen. Why, how is't, brother? What, doth disguised,
he spend beyond the allowance I left him? I come to prove the humours of my son.
Flow. Jun. How! beyond that? and far more.
Concerning the origin of this play having been ever ascribed to Shakespeare, I have not been able to form any probable hypothesis. It was not entered on the Stationers' Books, but was published in 1605, as it deas plaide by the King's majestie's servants, and is said in the title-page to be written by William Shakespeare. It was printed by T. C. (Thomas Creede) for Nathaniel Butter, who three years afterwards published King Lear.
One knows not which most to admire, the impudence of the printer, in affixing our great poet's name to a comedy publicly acted at his own theatre, of which it is very improbable that he should have writ
ten a single line, or Shakespeare's negligence of fame in suffering such a piece to be imputed to him with"out taking the least notice of it.
It appears from a passage in the first act, that this play was written either in the year 1603, or 1604.
Why, your exhibition is nothing. He hath spent these vices in your son, than any way condemn that, and since hath borrowed : protested with them. oaths, alleged kindred, to wring money from Flow. Sen. Nay, mistake me not, brother; for me,“ by the love I bore his father, by the though I slur them over now, as things slight and fortunes might fall upon himself,”- -to furnish his nothing, his crimes being in the bud, it would gall wants: that done, I have had since his bond, his my heart, they should ever reign in him. friend and friend's bond. Although I know that M. Flow. [within.] Ho! who's within, ho? he spends is yours, yet it grieves me to see the
(M. FLOWERDALE knocks within. unbridled wildness that reigns over him.
Flow. Jun. That's your son; he is come to borFlow. Sen. Brother, what is the manner of his row more money. life? how is the name of bis offences? If they do Flow. Sen. For God's sake, give it out I am not relish altogether of damnation, his youth may dead; see how he'll take it. Say I have brought privilege his wantonness. I myself ran an un- you news from his father. I have here drawn a bridled course till thirty, nay almost till forty :
-formal will, as it were from myself, which I'll well, you see how I am. For vice once looked deliver him. into with the eyes of discretion, and well balan- Flow. Jun. Go to, brother, no more : I will. ced with the weights of reason, the course past M. Flow. Uncle, where are you, uncle? [Within. seems so abominable, that the landlord of him- Flow. Jun. Let my cousin in there. self, which is the heart of his body, will rather en- Flow. Sen. I am a sailor come from Venice, tomb himself in the earth, or seek a new tenant and my name is Christopher. to remain in him; which once settled, how much better are they that in their youth have known
Enter M. FLOWERDALE. all these vices, and left them, than those that M. Flow. By the Lord, in truth, uncle knew little, and in their age run into them? Be- Flow. Jun. In truth would have served, cousin, lieve me, brother, they that die most virtuous, without the Lord. have in their youth lived most vicious; and none M. Flow. By your leave, uncle, the Lord is the knows the danger of the fire more than he that Lord of truth. 'A couple of rascals at the gate falls into it.- But say, how is the course of his set upon me for my purse. life? let's hear his particulars.
Flow. Jun. You never come, but you bring a Flow. Jun. Why, I'll tell you, brother; he is a brawl in your mouth. continual swearer, and a breaker of his oaths; M. Flow. By my truth, uncle, you must needs which is bad.
lend me ten pound. Flow. Sen. I grant indeed to swear is bad, but Flow. Jun. Give my cousin some small beer not in keeping those oaths is better; for who will here. set hy a bad thing? Nay, by my faith, I hold this M. Flow. Nay look you, you turn it to a jest rather a virtue than a vice. Well, I pray, pro- now. By this light, I should ride to Croydon ceed.
Fair, to meet sir Lancelot Spurcock; I should have Flow. Jun. He is a mighty brawler, and comes his daughter Luce: and for scurvy ten pound, commonly by the worst.
a man shall lose nine hundred three score and Flow. Sen. By my faith this is none of the worst odd pounds, and a daily friend beside! By this neither; for if he brawl and be beaten for it, it hand, uncle, 'tis true. will in time make him shun it; for what brings Flow. Jun. Why, any thing is true for aught I man or child more to virtue than correction?- kuow. What reigns over him else?
11. Flow. To see now !- why you shall have Flow. Jun. He is a great drinker, and one that my bond, uncle, or Tom White's, James Brock's, will forget himself.
or Nick Ilall's; as good rapier-and-dagger-men, Flow. Sen. O best of all! vice should be for- as any be in England; let's bc damned if we do gotten: let him drink on, so he drink noc churches. not pay you : the worst of us all will not danın Nay, an this be the worst, I hold it rather a hap- ourselves for ten pound. A pox of ten pound. piness in him, than any iniquity. Hath he any Flow. Jun. Cousin, this is not the first time I more attendants?
have believed you. Flou. Jun. Brother, he is one that will borrow M. Flow. Why, trust me now, you know not of any man.
what may fall. If one thing were but true, I Flow. Sen. Why you see, so doth the sea; it would not greatly care; I should not need ten borrows of all the small currents in the world, to pound;—but when a man cannot be believed, increase himself.
there's it. Flow. Jun. Ay, but the sea pays it again, and Flow. Jun. Why, what is it, cousin ? $0 will never your son.
M. Flow. Marry, this, uncle. Can you tell me Flow. Sen. No more would the sea neither, if if the Catharine and Hugh be come home or no? it were as dry as my son.
Flow. Jun. Ay, marry, is't, Flow. Jun. Then, brother, I see you rather like M. Flow, By God, I thank you for that news
What, is't in the Pool, can you tell?
thing in good order; and the Catharine and Hugh Flow. Jun. It is; what of that?
you talk'd of, I came over in; and I saw all the M. Flow. What? why then I have six pieces bills of lading; and the velvet that you talk'd of, of velvet sent me; I'll give you a piece, uncle : here is no such aboard, for thus said the letter;-A piece of ash-colour, M. Flow. By God, I assure you, then there is a three-piled black, a colour de roy, a crimson, knavery abroad. a sad green, and a purple: yes, i'faith.
Flow. Sen. I'll be sworn of that; there's knaFlow. Jun. From whom should you receive this? very abroad, although there were never a piece
M. Flow. From whom? why from my father; of velvet in Venice. with commendations to you, uncle; and thus he M. Flow. I hope he died in good estate. writes. I know, (saith he,) thou hast much troub- Flow. Sen. To the report of the world he did; led thy kind uncle, whom, God willing, at my re- and made his will, of which I am an unworthy turn I will see amply satisfied; amply, I remem- bearer. ber was the very word : so God help me.
M. Flow. His will! have you his will? Flow. Jun. Have you the letter here?
Flow. Sen. Yes, sir, and in the presence of your M. Flow. Yes, I have the letter here, here is uncle I was will’d to deliver it. [Delivers the Will
. the letter : no,- yes~no ;--let me see; what Flow. Jun. I hope, cousin, now God hath bles. breeches wore I o' Saturday? Let me see : o' sed you with wealth, you will not be unmindful Tuesday, my calamanco; o' Wednesday, my peach-colour sattin; o' Thursday, my velure; o' M. Flow. I'll do reason, uncle : yet, i'faith, I Friday, my calamanco again; o' Saturday, -let take the denial of this ten pound very hardly, me sec--o' Saturday,—for in those breeches I Flow. Jun. Nay, I denied you not. wore o' Saturday is the letter-0, my riding M. Fww. By God, you denied me directly. breeches, uncle, those that you thought had been Flow. Jun. I'll be judged by this good fellow, velvet; in those very breeches is the letter. Flow. Sen. Not directly, sir. Flow. Jun. When should it be dated ?
M. Flow. Why, he said he would lend me M. Flow. Marry, decimo tertio Septembris, none, and that had wont to be a direct denial, if no, no; decimo tertio Octobris ; ay, Octobris, so the old phrase hold. Well, uncle, come, we'll it is.
fall to the legacies. [reads] “ In the name of God, Flow. Jun. Decimo tertio Octobris! and here Amen.-Item, I bequeath to my brother Flowerreceive I a letter that your father died in June. dale, three hundred pounds, to pay such trivial How say you, Kester?
debts as I owe in London. Flow. Sen. Yes truly, sir, your father is dead; Item, to my son Mat. Flowerdale, I bequeath these hands of mine holp to wind him.
two bale of false dice, videlicet, high men and M. Flow. Dead?
low men, fulloms, stop-cater-traies, and other Flow. Sen. Ay, sir, dead.
bones of function.” 2 'Sblood, what doth he mean 11. Flow, 'Sblood, how should
Flow. Jun. Proceed, cousin. Flow. Sen. I'faith, sir, according to the old pro- M. Flow. “ These precepts I leave him : Let
him borrow of his oath; for of his word nobody The child was born, and cried,
will trust hiin. Let him by no means marry an Became a man, after fell sick, and died.
honest woman; for the other will keep herself. Flow. Jun. Nay, cousin, do not take it so Let him steal as much as he can, that a guilty conheavily.
science may bring him to his destinate repenM. Flow. Nay, I cannot weep you extempore :
tance :"-I think he means banging.
An this marry, some two or three days hence I shall weep were his last will and testament, the devil stood without any stintance.—But I hope he died in laughing at his bed's feet while he made it.good memory
Sblood, what doth he think, to fob off bis posteFlow. Sen. Very well, sir, and set down every | rity with paradoxes ?
2 Two bale of false dice, viz, high men and low men, fulloms, stop-cater-traies, &c.- In the English Rogue, P. 1. p. 322 edit. 1680, we are told, that “ high fullums, are those dice which are loaded in such a manner as seldom to run any other chance than four, five, or six; low fullums, or low men, are those which usually run one, two, or three." Stop-cater-traies were probably dice prepared in such a man. ner as frequently to exhibit a four and a three. Pistol in one of his rants, in the Merry Wives of Windsor, mentions some of these bones of function :
“ Let vultures gripe thy guts ! for gourd and fullum holds,