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.]


ACT I. 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,