Cromwell by Shakespeare (spurious and doubtful works)
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CROMWELL.
Well, prithee make all the hate thou canst, For there be certain English gentlemen Are bound for Venice, and my happily want, And if that you should linger by the way: But in hope that you'll make good speed, There's two Angels to buy you spurs and wands. POST. I thank you, sir; this will add wings indeed. [Exit Post.] CROMWELL. Gold is of power would make an Eagle speed. [Enter Mistress Banister.] What gentlewoman is this that grieves so much? It seems she doth address her self to me. MISTRESS BANISTER. God save you, sir, sir; pray, is your name master Cromwell? CROMWELL. My name is Thomas Cromwell, gentlewoman. MISTRESS BANISTER. Know you not one Bagot, sir, that's come to Antwerp? |
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