ACT V.

SCENE I.A street in London.

[Enter Bedford solus.]

BEDFORD. My soul is like a water troubled, And Gardiner is the man that makes it so. O, Cromwell, I do fear they end is near: Yet I'll prevent their malice if I can. And in good time, see where the man doth come, Who little knows how nears his day of doom.

[Enter Cromwell with his train.Bedford makes as though he would speak to him:he goes on.]

CROMWELL. You're well encountered, my good Lord of Bedford. I see your honour is addressed to talk; Pray pardon me, I am sent for to the king, And do not know the business yet my self. So fare you well, for I must needs be gone.

[Exit all the train.]

BEDFORD. You must; well, what remedy? I fear too soon you must be gone indeed. The king hath business, but little doest thou know, Whose busy for thy life:thou thinks not so.

[Enter Cromwell and the train again.]

CROMWELL. The second time well met, my Lord of Bedford; I am very sorry that my haste is such. Lord Marquess Dorset being sick to death, I must receive of him the privy seal. At Lambeth, soon, my Lord, we'll talk our fill.

[Exit the train.]

BEDFORD. How smooth and easy is the way to death! [Enter a servant.]

MESSENGER. My Lord, the dukes of Norfolk and of Suffolk, Accompanied with the Bishop of Winchester, Entreats you to come presently to Lambeth, On earnest matters that concerns the state.

BEDFORD. To Lambeth! so:go fetch me pen and ink. I and Lord Cromwell there shall talk enough; Aye, and our last, I fear, and if he come.

[He writes a letter.]

Here, take this letter, and bear it to Lord Cromwell. Bid him read it; say it concerns him near: Away, begone, make all the haste you can. To Lambeth do I go a woeful man.

[Exit.]

SCENE II. A street near the Thames.

[Enter Cromwell and his train.]

CROMWELL. Is the Barge ready?I will straight to Lambeth, And if this one day's business once were past, I'd take my ease to morrow after trouble.-- How now, my friend, wouldst thou speak with me?

[The Messenger brings him the letter; he puts it in his pocket.] MESSENGER. Sir, here's a letter from my Lord of Bedford.

CROMWELL. O good, my friend, commend me to thy Lord. Hold, take those Angels; drink them for thy pains.

MESSENGER. He doth desire your grace to read it, Because he says it doth concern you near.

CROMWELL. Bid him assure himself of that.Farewell. To morrow, tell him, shall he hear from me.-- Set on before there, and away to Lambeth.

[Exeunt omnes.]

SCENE III. Lambeth.

[Enter Winchester, Suffolk, Norfolk, Bedford, Sargeant at arms, the Herald, and halberts.]

GARDINER. Halberts, stand close unto the waterside; Sargeant at arms, be bold in your office; Herald, deliver your proclamation.

HERALD. This is to give notice to all the king's subjects: The late Lord Cromwell, Lord Chancellor of England, Vicar general over the realm, him tohold and esteem as a traitor against the Crown and dignity of England:So God save the king.

GARDINER. Amen.

BEDFORD. Amen,--and root thee from the land, For whilst thou livest truth cannot stand.

NORFOLK. Make a lane there, the traitor's at hand. Keep back Cromwell's men; Drown them if they come on.--Sargeant, your office.

[Enter Cromwell, they make a lane with their halberts.]

CROMWELL. What means my Lord of Norfolk by these words? Sirs, come along.

GARDINER. Kill them, if they come on.

SARGEANT. Lord Cromwell, in king Henry's name, I do arrest your honour of high treason.

CROMWELL. Sargeant, me of treason? [Cromwell's men offer to draw.] SUFFOLK. Kill them, if they draw a sword.

CROMWELL. Hold; I charge you, as you love me, draw not a sword.

Who dares accuse Cromwell of treason now?

GARDINER. This is no place to reckon up your crime; Your Dove- like looks were viewed with serpent's eyes.

CROMWELL. With serpent's eyes, indeed, by thine they were; But Gardiner do thy worst, I fear thee not. My faith, compared with thine, as much shall pass, As doth the Diamond excel the glass. Attached of treason, no accusers by! Indeed, what tongue dares speak so foul a lie?

NORFOLK. My Lord, my Lord, matters are too well known, And it is time the king had note thereof.

CROMWELL. The king! let me go to him face to face; No better trial I desire than that: Let him but say that Cromwell's faith was feigned, Then let my honour and my name be stained. If ever my heart against my king was set, O let my soul in Judgement answer it: Then, if my faith's confirmed with his reason, Gainst whom hath Cromwell, then, committed treason?

SUFFOLK. My Lord, your matter shall be tried; Mean time, with patience content your self.

CROMWELL. Perforce I must with patience be content. O dear friend Bedford, doest thou stand so near? Cromwell rejoiceth one friend sheds a tear. And whether ist? which way must Cromwell now?

GARDINER. My Lord, you must unto the tower.Lieutenant, Take him to your charge.

CROMWELL. Well, where you please; yet before I part, Let me confer a little with my men.

GARDINER. As you go by water, so you shall. CROMWELL. I have some business present to impart. NORFOLK. You may not stay.Lieutenant, take your charge.

CROMWELL. Well, well, my Lord, you second Gardiner's text.

Norfolk, farewell; thy turn will be the next. [Exit Cromwell and the Lieutenant.]

GARDINER. His guilty conscience makes him rave, my Lord. NORFOLK. Aye, let him talk; his time is short enough.

GARDINER. My Lord of Bedford, come; you weep for him, That would not shed half a tear for you.

BEDFORD. It grieves me for to see his sudden fall. GARDINER. Such success wish I to traitors still. [Exeunt.]

SCENE IV. London. A street.

[Enter two Citizens.]

FIRST CITIZEN. Why, can this news be true? ist possible? The great Lord Cromwell arrested upon treason! I hardly will believe it can be so.

SECOND CITIZEN. It is too true, sir; would it were otherwise, Condition I spent half the wealth I had. I was at Lambeth, saw him there arrested, And afterward committed to the Tower.

FIRST CITIZEN. What, wast for treason that he was committed?

SECOND CITIZEN. Kind, noble Gentleman!I may rue the time. All that I have, I did enjoy by him, And if he die, then all my state is gone.

FIRST CITIZEN. It may be doubted that he shall not die, Because the King did favour him so much.

SECOND CITIZEN. O sir, you are deceived in thinking so. The grace and favour he had with the king Hath caused him have so many enemies: He that in court secure will keep himself, Must not be great, for then he is envied at. The Shrub is safe, when as the Cedar shakes; For where the King doth love above compare, Of others they as much more envied are.

FIRST CITIZEN. Tis pity that this noble man should fall, He did so many charitable deeds.

SECOND CITIZEN. Tis true, and yet you see in each estate, There's none so good, but some one doth him hate. And they before would smile him in the face, Will be the formost to do him disgrace: What, will you go along unto the Court?

FIRST CITIZEN. I care not if I do, and hear the news, How men will judge what shall become of him.

SECOND CITIZEN. Some will speak hardly, some will speak in pity. Go you to the Court, I'll unto the City; There I am sure to hear more news than you.

FIRST CITIZEN. Why, then, soon will we meet again. [Exit.]

SCENE V. A room in the Tower.

[Enter Cromwell in the Tower.]

CROMWELL. Now, Cromwell, hast thou time to meditate, And think upon thy state, and of the time. Thy honours came unsought, aye, and unlooked for; Thy fall as sudden, and unlooked for too. What glory was in England that I had not? Who in this land commanded more than Cromwell? Except the King who greater than my self? But now I see, what after ages shall: The greater men, more sudden is their fall. And now do I remember the Earl of Bedford Was very desirous for to speak to me, And afterward sent to me a letter, The which I think I have still in my pocket. Now may I read it, for I now have leisure, And this I take it is.[He reads the Letter.] My Lord, come not this night to Lambeth, For if you do, your state is overthrown. And much I doubt your life, and if you come; Then if you love your self, stay where you are, O God! had I but read this letter, Then had I been free from the Lion's paw; Deferring this to read until to morrow, I spurned at joy, and did embrace my sorrow.

[Enter the Lieutenant of the Tower and officers.] Now, master Lieutenant, when's this day of death?

LIEUTENANT. Alas, my Lord, would I might never see it. Here are the Dukes of Suffolk and of Norfolk, Winchester, Bedford, and sir Richard Ratcliffe, With others, but why they come I know not.

CROMWELL. No matter wherefore, Cromwell is prepared; For Gardiner has my state and life ensnared. Bid them come in, or you shall do them wrong, For here stands he, whom some thinks lives too long. Learning kills learning, and instead of Ink To dip his Pen, Cromwell's heart blood doth drink.

[Enter all the Nobles.]

NORFOLK. Good morrow, Cromwell.What, alone, so sad?

CROMWELL. 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?

NORFOLK. We have, and he hath answered us, my Lord. CROMWELL. How, shall I come to speak with him my self?

GARDINER. The King is so advertised of your guilt, he will by no means admit you to his presence.

CROMWELL. 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 dooth 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?

GARDINER. Pardon me, I'll bear no traitor's letters.

CROMWELL. Ha!Will you do this kindness then?Tell him By word of mouth, what I shall say to you?

GARDINER. That will I.

CROMWELL. But, on your honour, will you? GARDINER. Aye, on my honor.

CROMWELL. 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.

BEDFORD. Be patient, good my Lord, in these extremes.

CROMWELL. My kind and honorable Lord of Bedford, I know your honor 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?

SADLER. I kiss your hand, and never will I rest, Ere to the king this will be delivered.

[Exit Sadler.]

CROMWELL. Why yet Cromwell hath one friend in store.

GARDINER. But all the haste he makes shall be but vain.-- Here's a discharge for your prisoner, To see him executed presently.-- My Lord, you hear the tenor of your life.

CROMWELL. 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 it

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 hear my name, Say only this:Gardiner procured the same.

[Enter young Cromwell.]

LIEUTENANT. Here is your son, come to take his leave. CROMWELL. To take his leave!Come hither, Harry Cromwell. Mark,

boy, the last words that I speak to thee. Flatter not Fortune, neither fawn upon her; Gape not for state, yet lose no spark of honor; Ambition, like the plague see thou eschew it; I die for treason, boy, and never knew it. Yet let thy faith as spotless be as mine, And Cromwell's virtues in thy face shall shine. Come, go along and see me leave my breath, And I'll leave thee upon the flower of death.

SON. O, father, I shall die to see that wound; Your blood being spilt will make my heart to sound.

CROMWELL. How, boy, not look upon the Axe! How shall I do then to have my head stroke off? Come on, my child, and see the end of all, And after say that Gardiner was my fall.

GARDINER. My Lord, you speak it of an envious heart; I have done no more than law and equity.

BEDFORD. O, good my Lord of Winchester, forbear; It would a better seemed you to been absent, Than with your words disturb a dying man.

CROMWELL. Who me, my Lord? no, he disturbs not me. My mind he stirs not, though his mighty shock Hath brought mo' peers' heads down to the block. Farewell, my boy! all Cromwell can bequeath, My hearty blessing; so I take my leave.

HANGMAN. I am your death's man; pray, my Lord, forgive me.

CROMWELL. Even with my soul.Why, man, thou art my Doctor, And brings me precious Physic for my soul.-- My Lord of Bedford, I desire of you, Before my death, a corporal embrace.

[Bedford comes to him, Cromwell embraces him.]

Farewell, great Lord; my love I do commend, My heart to you; my soul to heaven I send. This is my joy that, ere my body fleet, Your

honoured arms is my true winding sheet. Farewell, dear Bedford; my peace is made in heaven. Thus falls great Cromwell a poor ell in length, To rise to unmeasured height, winged with new strength, The land of Worms, which dying men discover, My soul is shrined with heaven's celestial cover.

[Exit Cromwell and the officers, and others.]

BEDFORD. Well, farewell, Cromwell, the truest friend, That ever Bedford shall possess again.-- Well, Lords, I fear, when this man is dead, You'll wish in vain that Cromwell had a head.

[Enter one with Cromwell's head.]

OFFICER. Here is the head of the deceased Cromwell.

BEDFORD. Pray thee, go hence, and bear his head away Unto his body; inter them both in clay.

[Enter Sir Ralph Sadler.]

SADLER. Ho now, my Lords:what, is Lord Cromwell dead? BEDFORD. Lord Cromwell's body now doth want a head.

SADLER. O God! a little speed had saved his life. Here is a kind reprieve come from the king, To bring him straight unto his majesty.

SUFFOLK. Aye, aye, sir Ralph, reprieves comes now too late. GARDINER. My conscience now tells me this deed was ill: Would

Christ that Cromwell were alive again.

NORFOLK. Come, let us to the king, whom well I know, Will grieve for Cromwell, that his death was so.

[Exeunt omnes.] FINIS.