And if that Famine chance to pinch their Maws, Hales. Fill me fome Wine; I'll anfwer Cardinal Wolfey : My Lord, we English Men are of more freer Souls, Than hunger-starv'd, and ill-complexion'd Spaniards; They that are rich in Spain, fpare belly Food, To deck their Backs with an Italian Hood, And Silks of Sevil, and the pooreft Snake, That feeds on Lemmons, Pilchers, and ne'er heated His Pallet with fweet Flesh, will bear a case More fat and gallant than his ftarved Face: Pride, the Inquifition, and this belly-evil, Are, in my Judgment, Spain's three-headed Devil. Moor. Indeed it is a plague unto their Nation, Who ftagger after in blind Imitation. Hal. My Lords, with welcome, I prefent your Lordships a folemn Health. Moor. I love Health well, but when as Healths do bring Pain to the Head, and Bodies furfeiting : Then cease I Healths: Nay fpill not Friend, for though the drops be fmall, Hal. And like your Grace, he is a Scholar, and a Linguist, One that hath travelled many parts of Christendom, my (Lord. Wol. My Friend, come nearer, have you been a Traveller? Crom. My Lord, I have added to my Knowledge, the France, Spain, Germany, and Italy: (Low Countries. And tho' small gain of Profit I did find, Crom. My Lord, no Court with England may compare, Y 3 But But that she laugheth the others unto fcorn. Hales. I have fought to proffer him to your Lordship, And now I fee he hath preferr'd himself? Wol. What is thy Name? Crom. Cromwell, my Lord. (our Caufes, Wol. Then, Cromwell, here we make thee Sollicitor of And nearest next our felf: Gardiner, give you kind welcome to the Man, Gardiner embraces him. Moor. My Lord, you are a royal Winner, My infant Thoughts do fpell: Shortly his Fortune fhall be lifted higher, Grom. Cromwell takes his leave of you, [Exeunt. The Mufick plays as they go out. Cho. Now Cromwell's highest Fortunes do begin. [Exit. Enter Enter Gardiner Bishop of Winchester, the Dukes of Norfolk and of Suffolk, Sir Thomas Moor, Sir Chriftopher Hales, and Cromwell. Nor. Mafter Cromwell, fince Cardinal Wolfey's Death, There's certain Bills and Writings in your Hand, My Lord of Winchester, is it not fo? Gar. My Lord of Norfolk, we two were whilome Fellows, And Mafter Cromwell, though our Master's love, Did bind us, while his love was to the King, It is no boot now to deny those things, And though that God hath rais'd my Fortune higher, Suf. What fay you, Mafter Cromwell? have you those Crom. Here are the Writings, and upon my Knees, Of Suffolk, and of Norfolk; he was my Master, That liv'd in him, I tender'd with my Heart, And fhow thofe Writings which he longs to fee. [Exeunt Norfolk and Suffolk. Enter Bedford haftily. Bed. How now, whofe this, Cromwell? By my Soul, welcome to England: Thou once didft fave my Life, didft thou not, Cromwell ? Crom. If I did fo, 'tis greater Glory For me that you remember it, Than for my felf vainly to report it. Bed. Well, Cromwell, now is the time, I fall commend thee to my Sovereign: Hal. O how uncertain is the Wheel of State, For Fear, and Love; and now who lower lies? And whom this Day Pride and Promotion fwells, Moor. Who fees the Cob-web intangle the poor Fly, Gard. I know his State, and proud Ambition, Were too too violent to laft over-long. [Exit. Hal. Who foars too near the Sun, with golden Wings, Melts them, to ruin his own Fortune brings. Enter the Duke of Suffolk. Suf. Cromwell, kneel down in King Henry's Name, Arife, Sir Thomas Cromwell, thus begins thy Fame. Enter the Duke of Norfolk. Nor. Cromwell, the Majefty of England, Creates thee one of his Highness's Privy-Council. Bed. Where is Sir Thomas Cromwell? is he Knighted? Bed. Then, to add Honour to his Name, The King creates him Lord Keeper of his Privy-Seal, And Mafter of the Rolls; Which you, Sir Chriftopher, do now enjoy: The King determines higher place for you. (fert. Crom. My Lords, thefe Honours are too high for my Moor. O content thee, Man, who would not chufe it? De Yet thou art wife, in feeming to refuse it. Gard. Here's Honours, Titles and Promotions; I fear this climbing will have a fudden fall. [Exeunt all but Gardiner. Gard Gard. But Gardiner means his Glory shall be dim'd: Enter Frisbibal very poor. Frif. O Friskibal, what fhall become of thee? A [Exit. [He lies down. Enter Goodman Seely, and his Wife Joan. Seely. Come Joan, come, let's fee what he will do for us now? I wis we have done for him, when many a time and often he might have gone a hungry to Bed. Wife. Alas Man, now he is made a Lord, he'll never look upon us; he'll fulfil the old Proverb, Set Beggars a Horfe back and they'll ride: a, well a day for my Cow; fuch as he hath made us come behind hand, we had never pawn'd our Cow elle to pay our Rent. Seely. Well Joan, he'll come this way; and by God's Dickers I'll tell him roundly of it, and if he were ten Lords; a fhall know that I had not my Cheese and my Bacon for nothing. Wife. Do you remember Husband, how he would mouch upon my Cheese-Cakes, he hath forgot this now, but now we'll remember him. Seely. Ay, we shall have now three flaps with a Fox Tail: But i'faith I'll gibber a Joint, but I'll tell him his own; ftay, who comes here? O, ftand up, here he comes, ftand up. Enter |