Cromwell(克伦威尔)

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Cromwell

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Cromwell

ACT I.

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SCENE I. Putney.The entrance of a smith's shop.

[Enter three Smiths, Hodge and two other, old Cromwell's men.]

HODGE. Come, masters, I think it be past five a clock; is it not time

we were at work: my old Master he'll be stirring anon.

FIRST SMITH. I cannot tell whether my old master will be stirring or

no:but I am sure I can hardly take my afternoon's 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 wife.

HODGE. He skill of the stars! there's good-man Car of Fulhum, he

that carried us to the strong Ale, where goodyTrundell had her maid got

with child:O he knows the stars.He'll tickle you Charles Waine in nine

degrees. That same man will tell you goody Trundell when her Ale shall

miscarry, only by the stars.

SECOND SMITH. Aye, that's a great virtue; indeed I think Thomas be

no body in comparison to him.

FIRST SMITH. Well, masters, come, shall we to our hammers?

HODGE. Aye, content; first let's take our morning's draught, and then

to work roundly.

SECOND SMITH. Aye, agreed; go in, Hodge.

[Exit omnes.]

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SCENE II. The same.

[Enter young Cromwell.]

CROMWELL. Good morrow, morn, I do salute thy brightness. The

night seems tedious to my troubled soul, Whose black obscurity binds in

my mind A thousand sundry cogitations: And now Aurora, with a lively

dye, 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 hopes enrolled; My books is all the wealth I do

possess.

[Here within they must beat with their hammers.]

And unto them I have engaged my heart. O learning, how divine thou

seems to me: Within whose arms is all felicity. Peace with your hammers!

leave your knocking there: You do disturb my study and my rest. Leave

off, I say, you mad me with the noise.

[Enter Hodge and the two Men.]

HODGE. Why, how now, Master Thomas, how now?Will you not let

us work for you?

CROMWELL. You fret my heart, with making of this noise.

HODGE. How, fret your heart?Aye, but Thomas, you'll fret your

father's purse if you let us from working.

SECOND SMITH. Aye, this tis for him to make him a gentleman.Shall

we leave work for your musing? that's well, I faith; But here comes my old

master now.

[Enter Old Cromwell.]

OLD CROMWELL. You idle knaves, what, are you loitering now? No

hammers walking and my work to do! What, not a heat among your work

to day?

HODGE. Marry, sir, your son Thomas will not let us work at all.

OLD CROMWELL. Why, knave, I say, have I thus carked & car'd

And all to keep thee like a gentleman; And dost thou let my servants at

their work, That sweat for thee, knave, labour thus for thee?

CROMWELL. Father, their hammers do offend my study.

OLD CROMWELL. Out of my doors, knave, if thou likest it not. I cry

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you mercy! is your ears so fine? I tell thee, knave, these get when I do

sleep; I will not have my Anvil stand for thee.

CROMWELL. There's money, father, I will pay your men.

[He throws money among them.]

OLD CROMWELL. Have I thus brought thee up unto my cost, In

hope that one day thou wouldst relieve my age, And art thou now so lavish

of thy coin, To scatter it among these idle knaves.

CROMWELL. Father, be patient, and content your self. The time will

come I shall hold gold as trash: And here I speak with a presaging soul, To

build a palace where now this cottage stands, As fine as is King Henry's

house at Sheene.

OLD CROMWELL. You build a house! you knave, you'll be a beggar.

Now, afore God, all is but cast away, That is bestowed upon this thriftless

lad. Well, had I bound him to some honest trade, This had not been, but it

was his mother's doing, To send him to the University. How? build a house

where now this cottage stands, As fair as that at Sheene!--[Aside.]He shall

not hear me. A good boy Tom!I con thee thank Tom! Well said Tom!

gramarcies Tom!-- Into your work, knaves; hence, you saucy boy.

[Exit all but young Cromwell.]

CROMWELL. Why should my birth keep down my mounting spirit?

Are not all creatures subject unto time: To time, who doth abuse the world,

And fills it full of hodge-podge bastardy? There's legions now of beggars

on the earth, That their original did spring from Kings: And many

Monarchs now whose fathers were The riffe-raffe of their age:for Time

and Fortune Wears out a noble train to beggary, And from the hunghill

minions do advance To state and mark in this admiring world. This is but

course, which in the name of Fate Is seen as often as it whirls about: The

River Thames, that by our door doth pass, His first beginning is but small

and shallow: Yet keeping on his course, grows to a sea. And likewise

Wolsey, the wonder of our age, His birth as mean as mine, a Butcher's son,

Now who within this land a greater man? Then, Cromwell, cheer thee up,

and tell thy soul, That thou maist live to flourish and control.

[Enter Old Cromwell.]

OLD CROMWELL. Tom Cromwell! what, Tom, I say!

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CROMWELL. Do you call, sir.

OLD CROMWELL. Here is master Bowser come to know if you have

dispatched his petition for the Lords of the counsel or no.

CROMWELL. Father, I have; please you to call him in.

OLD CROMWELL. That's well said, Tom; a good lad, Tom.

[Enter Master Bowser.]

BOWSER.

Now, Master Cromwell, have you dispatched this petition?

CROMWELL. I have, sir; here it is:please you peruse it.

BOWSER. It shall not need; we'll read it as we go by water: And,

Master Cromwell, I have made a motion May do you good, and if you like

of it. Our Secretary at Antwerp, sir, is dead, And the Merchants there hath

sent to me, For to provide a man fit for the place: Now I do know none

fitter than your self, If with your liking it stand, master Cromwell.

CROMWELL. With all my heart, sir, and I much am bound, In love

and duty for your kindness shown.

OLD CROMWELL. Body of me, Tom, make haste, least some body

get between thee and home, Tom.I thank you, good master Bowser, I thank

you for my boy; I thank you always, I thank you most heartily, sir. Ho, a

cup of Beer there for master Bowser.

BOWSER. It shall not need, sir.Master Cromwell, will you go?

CROMWELL. I will attend you, sir.

OLD CROMWELL. Farewell, Tom; God bless thee, Tom; God speed

thee, good Tom.

[Exit omnes.]

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SCENE III. London.A street beforeFrescobald's

house.

[Enter Bagot, a Broker, solus.]

BAGOT. I hope this day is fatal unto some, And by their loss must

Bagot seek to gain. This is the lodging of master Friskiball, A liberal

Merchant, and a Florentine, To whom Banister owes a thousand pound, A

Merchant Banckrout, whose Father was my master. What do I care for pity

or regard? He once was wealthy, but he now is fallen, And this morning

have I got him arrested, At the suit of master Friskiball, And by this means

shall I be sure of coin, For doing this same good to him unknown: And in

good time, see where the merchant comes.

[Enter Friskiball.]

BAGOT. Good morrow to kind master Friskiball.

FRISKIBALL. Good morrow to your self, good master Bagot, And

what's the news, you are so early stirring: It is for gain, I make no doubt of

that.

BAGOT. It is for the love, sir, that I bear to you. When did you see

your debtor Banister?

FRISKIBALL. I promise you, I have not seen the man This two

months day; his poverty is such, As I do think he shames to see his friends.

BAGOT. Why, then, assure your self to see him straight, For at your

suit I have arrested him, And here they will be with him presently.

FRISKIBALL. Arrest him at my suit? you were to blame. I know the

man's misfortune to be such, As he's not able for to pay the debt, And were

it known to some he were undone.

BAGOT. This is your pitiful heart to think it so, But you are much

deceived in Banister. Why such as he will break for fashion sake, And

unto those they owe a thousand pound, Pay scarce a hundred.O, sir,

beware of him. The man is lewdly given to Dice and Drabs, Spends all he

hath in harlots' companies; It is no mercy for to pity him. I speak the truth

of him, for nothing else, But for the kindness that I bear to you.

FRISKIBALL. If it be so, he hath deceived me much, And to deal

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strictly with such a one as he-- Better severe than too much lenity. But

here is Master Banister himself, And with him, as I take, the officers.

[Enter Banister, his wife, and two officers.]

BANISTER. O master Friskiball, you have undone me. My state was

well nigh overthrown before, Now altogether down-cast by your means.

MISTRESS BANISTER. O master Friskiball, pity my husband's case.

he is a man hath lived as well as any, Till envious fortune and the ravenous

sea Did rob, disrobe, and spoil us of our own.

FRISKIBALL. Mistress Banister, I envy not your husband, Nor

willingly would I have used him thus, But that I hear he is so lewdly given,

Haunts wicked company, and hath enough To pay his debts, yet will not be

known thereof.

BANISTER. This is that damned Broker, that same Bagot, Whom I

have often from my Frencher fed. Ingrateful Villain for to use me thus!

BAGOT. What I have said to him is naught but truth.

MISTRESS BANISTER. What thou hast said springs from an envious

heart. A Cannibal that doth eat men alive! But here upon my knee, believe

me, sir, And what I speak, so help me God, is true: We scarce have meat to

feed our little babes. Most of our Plate is in that Broker's hand, Which, had

we money to defray our debt, O think,. we would not bide that penury. Be

merciful, kind master Friskiball. My husband, children, and my self will

eat But one meal a day, the other will We keep and sell As part to pay the

debt we owe to you: If ever tears did pierce a tender mind, Be pitiful, let

me some favour find.

BAGOT. Be not you so mad, sir, to believe her tears.

FRISKIBALL. Go to, I see thou art an envious man. Good mistress

Banister, kneel not to me; I pray rise up, you shall have your desire. Hold;

officers, be gone, there's for your pains.-- You know you owe to me a

thousand pound: Here, take my hand; if ear God make you able, And place

you in your former state again, Pay me:but if still your fortune frown,

Upon my faith I'll never ask you crown: I never yet did wrong to men in

thrall, For God doth know what to my self may fall.

BANISTER. This unexpected favour, undeserved, Doth make my

heart bleed inwardly with joy. Ne'er may ought prosper with me is my own,

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If I forget this kindness you have shown.

MISTRESS BANISTER. My children in their prayers, both night and

day, For your good fortune and success shall pray.

FRISKIBALL. I thank you both; I pray, do dine with me. Within these

three days, if God give me leave, I will to Florence, to my native home.

Bagot, hold; there's a Portague to drink, Although you ill deserved it by

your merit. Give not such cruel scope unto your heart; Be sure the ill you

do will be requited. Remember what I say, Bagot; farewell. Come, Master

Banister; you shall with me. My fare is but simple, but welcome heartily.

[Exit all but Bagot.]

BAGOT. A plague go with you; would you had eat your last! Is this

the thanks I have for all my pains? Confusion light upon you all for me.

Where he had wont to give a score of crowns, Doth he now foist me with a

Portague? Well, I will be revenged upon this Banister. I'll to his creditors,

buy all the debts he owes, As seeming that I do it for good will. I am sure

to have them at an easy rate, And when tis done, in christendom he stays

not, But I'll make his heart to ache with sorrow: And if that Banister

become my debtor, By heaven and earth I'll make his plague the greater.

[Exit Bagot.]

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ACT II.

[Enter Chorus.]

CHORUS. Now, gentlemen, imagine that young Cromwell is In

Antwerp ledger for the English Merchants: And Banister, to shun this

Bagot's hate, Hearing that he hath got some of his debts, Is fled to

Antwerp, with his wife and children; Which Bagot hearing is gone after

them: And thither sends his bills of debt before, To be revenged on

wretched Banister. What doth fall out, with patience sit and see, A just

requital of false treachery.

[Exit.]

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Cromwell1CromwellShakespeareCromwell2ACTI.Cromwell3SCENEI.Putney.Theentranceofasmith'sshop.[EnterthreeSmiths,Hodgeandtwoother,oldCromwell'smen.]HODGE.Come,masters,Ithinkitbepastfiveaclock;isitnottimewewereatwork:myoldMasterhe'llbestirringanon.FIRSTSMITH.Icannottellwhethermyoldmasterwillbestirringorn...

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