[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.]
ACT II. SCENE I. Antwerp.
[Cromwell in his study with bags of money before him casting of account.]
CROMWELL.
Thus far my reckoning doth go straight & even,
But, Cromwell, this same ployding fits not thee:
Thy mind is altogether set on travel,
And not to live thus cloistered like a Nun.
It is not this same trash that i regard,
Experience is the jewel of my heart.
[Enter a Post.]
POST.
I pray, sir, are you ready to dispatch me?
CROMWELL.
Yes; here's those sums of money you must carry;
You go so far as Frankford, do you not?
POST.
I do, sir.