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Edmond Malone [1780], Supplement to the edition of Shakspeare's plays published in 1778 By Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. In two volumes. Containing additional observations by several of the former commentators: to which are subjoined the genuine poems of the same author, and seven plays that have been ascribed to him; with notes By the editor and others (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10911].
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SCENE V. The same. A room in the bishop of Winchester's house. Enter Gardiner and a Servant.

Gard.
Sirrah, where be those men I caus'd to stay?

Ser.
They do attend your pleasure, sir, within.

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Gard.
Bid them come hither, and stay you without: [Exit Servant.
For by those men the fox of this same land,
That makes a goose of better than himself,
Must worried be unto his latest home;
Or Gardiner will fail in his intent.
As for the dukes of Suffolk and of Norfolk,
Whom I have sent for to come speak with me;
Howsoever outwardly they shadow it,
Yet in their hearts I know they love him not.
As for the earl of Bedford, he's but one,
And dares not gainsay what we do set down. Enter the two Witnesses.
Now, my good friends, you know I sav'd your lives,
When by the law you had deserved death;
And then you promis'd me, upon your oaths,
To venture both your lives to do me good.

Both Wit.
We swore no more than that we will perform.

Gard.
I take your words; and that which you must do,
Is service for your God, and for your king;
To root a rebel from this flourishing land,
One that's an enemy unto the church:
And therefore must you take your solemn oaths,
That you heard Cromwell, the lord chancellor1 note,

-- 430 --


Did wish a dagger at king Henry's heart.
Fear not to swear it, for I heard him speak it;
Therefore we'll shield you from ensuing harms.

2 Wit.
If you will warrant us the deed is good,
We'll undertake it.

Gard.
Kneel down, and I will here absolve you both:
This crucifix* note I lay upon your heads,
And sprinkle holy water on your brows.
The deed is meritorious that you do,
And by it shall you purchase grace from heaven.

1 Wit.
Now sir we'll undertake it, by our souls.

2 Wit.
For Cromwell never lov'd none of our sort.

Gard.
I know he doth not; and for both of you,
I will prefer you to some place of worth.
Now get you in, until I call for you,
For presently the dukes mean to be here. [Exeunt Witnesses.
Cromwell, sit fast; thy time's not long to reign.
The abbies that were pull'd down by thy means
Is now a mean for me to pull thee down.
Thy pride also thy own head lights upon,
For thou art he hath chang'd religion:—
But now no more, for here the dukes are come.
Enter Suffolk, Norfolk, and Bedford.

Suf.
Good even to my lord bishop.

Nor.
How fares my lord? what, are you all alone?

Gard.
No, not alone, my lords; my mind is troubled.

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I know your honours muse wherefore I sent2 note,
And in such haste. What, came you from the king?

Nor.
We did, and left none but lord Cromwell with him.

Gard.
O what a dangerous time is this we live in?
There's Thomas Wolsey, he's already gone,
And Thomas More, he follow'd after him:
Another Thomas yet there doth remain,
That is far worse than either of those twain;
And if with speed, my lords, we not pursue it,
I fear the king and all the land will rue it.

Bed.
Another Thomas? pray God, it be not Cromwell.

Gard.
My lord of Bedford, it is that traitor Cromwell.

Bed.
Is Cromwell false? my heart will never think it.

Suf.
My lord of Winchester, what likelihood
Or proof have you of this his treachery?

Gard.
My lord, too much: call in the men within. Enter the Witnesses.
These men, my lord, upon their oaths affirm
That they did hear lord Cromwell in his garden
Wishing a dagger sticking at the heart
Of our king Henry: what is this but treason?

Bed.
If it be so, my heart doth bleed with sorrow.

Suf.
How say you, friends? What, did you hear these words?

1 Wit.
We did, an't like your grace.

Nor.
In what place was lord Cromwell when he spake them?

2 Wit.
In his garden; where we did attend a suit,
Which we had waited for two years and more.

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Suf.
How long is't since you heard him speak these words?

2 Wit.
Some half year since.

Bed.
How chance that you conceal'd it all this time?

1 Wit.
His greatness made us fear; that was the cause.

Gard.
Ay, ay, his greatness, that's the cause indeed.
And to make his treason here more manifest,
He calls his servants to him round about,
Tells them of Wolsey's life, and of his fall;
Says that himself hath many enemies,
And gives to some of them a park, or manor,
To others leases, lands to other some:
What need he do thus in his prime of life,
An if he were not fearful of his death?

Suf.
My lord, these likelihoods are very great.

Bed.
Pardon me, lords, for I must needs depart;
Their proofs are great, but greater is my heart3 note.
[Exit Bedford.

Nor.
My friends, take heed of that which you have said;
Your souls must answer what your tongues report:
Therefore take heed; be wary what you do.

2 Wit.
My lord, we speak no more but truth.

Nor.
Let them
Depart, my lord of Winchester4 note

: and let
These men be close kept till the day of trial.

Gard.
They shall, my lord: ho, take in these two men. [Exeunt Witnesses, &c.

-- 433 --


My lords, if Cromwell have a publick trial,
That which we do, is void, by his denial:
You know the king will credit none but him.

Nor.
'Tis true; he rules the king even as he pleases.

Suf.
How shall we do for to attach him then?

Gard.
Marry, thus, my lords; by an act he made himself,
With an intent to entrap some of our lives;
And this it is: If any counsellor
Be convicted of high treason, he shall
Be executed without publick trial:
This act, my lords, he caus'd the king to make5 note.

Suf.
He did indeed, and I remember it;
And now 'tis like to fall upon himself.

Nor.
Let us not slack it; 'tis for England's good:
We must be wary, else he'll go beyond us6 note
.

Gard.
Well hath your grace said, my good lord of Norfolk:
Therefore let us go presently to Lambeth;
Thither comes Cromwell from the court to night.
Let us arrest him; send him to the Tower;
And in the morning cut off the traitor's head.

Nor.
Come then, about it; let us guard the town:
This is the day that Cromwell must go down.

Gard.
Along my lords. Well, Cromwell is half dead;
He shak'd my heart, but I will shave his head* note.
[Exeunt.

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Edmond Malone [1780], Supplement to the edition of Shakspeare's plays published in 1778 By Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. In two volumes. Containing additional observations by several of the former commentators: to which are subjoined the genuine poems of the same author, and seven plays that have been ascribed to him; with notes By the editor and others (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10911].
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