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UK E of Norfolk.
Duke of Suffolk.
, a Florentine Merchant.
LIFE and DEATH
Thomas Lord Cromwell.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Enter Hodge, and two other Smiths, Servants to
HO D G E.
Clock, is it not time we were at Work? my
i Smith. I cannot tell whether my old Mafter will be stirring or no; but I am sure I
can hardly take my Afternoons Nap, for my young Master Thomas, he keeps such a quile in his Study, with the Sun, and the Moon, and the seven Stars, that I do verily think he'll read out his Wits.
Hodge. He Skill of the Stars ? There's Goodman Car of Fulham, He that carried us to the strong Ale, where Goody Trundel Had her Maid got with Child : O, he knows the Stars, He'll tickle you Charles's Wain in nine Degrees : That same Man will tell Goody Trundel When her Ale shall miscarry, only by the Stars.
2 Smith. Ay, that's a great Virtue indeed; I think Thomas Be no Body in comparison to him.
I Smith. Well, Masters, come, shall we to our Hammers?
Hodge. Ay, content ; first let's take our Mornings Draught, and then to work roundly. 2 Smith, Ay, agreed, go in, Hodge. [Excunt.
Enter young Cromwell. Crom. Good Morrow, Morn, I do falute thy brightness, The Night seems tedious to my troubled Soul: Whose black Obscurity binds in my Mind A thousand fundry Cogitations : And now Aurora with a lively die, Adds Comfort to my Spirit that mounts on high. Too high indeed, my state being so mean : My Study like a mineral of Gold, Makes my Heart proud, wherein my hope's inrollid; My Books are all the Wealth I do possess, And unto them I have ingag'd my Heart ; O, Learning, how divine thou seem'st to me! Within whose Arms is all Felicity. Peace with your Hammers, leave your knocking there,
[Here within they beat with their Hammers. You do disturb my Study and my Rest; Leave off, I say, you mad me with the Noise.
Enter Hodge, and the two Men,
Crom. You fret my Heart, with making of this Noise.
Hodge. How, fret your Heart ? Ay, but Thomas, you'll Fret your Father's Purse if you let us from Working.
2 Smith. Ay, this ’tis for him to make him a Gentleman: Shall we leave work for your mufing? that's well i'faith ; But here comes my old Master now.