MISTRESS BANISTER.
Know you not one Bagot, sir, that’s come to Antwerp?
CROMWELL.
No, trust me, I never saw the man,
But here are bills of debt I have received,
Against one Banister, a Merchant fallen into decay.
MISTRESS BANISTER.
Into decay, indeed, long of that wretch.
I am the wife to woeful Banister:
And by that bloody villain am pursued
From London here to Antwerp.
My husband he is in the governour’s hands,
And God no doubt will treble bless your gain.
CROMWELL.
Good mistress Banister, what I can, I will,
In any thing that lies within my power.
MISTRESS BANISTER.
O speak to Bagot, that same wicked wretch,
An Angel’s voice may move a damned devil.
CROMWELL.
Why, is he come to Antwerp, as you here?
MISTRESS BANISTER.
I heard he landed some two hours since.
CROMWELL.
Well, mistress Banister, assure your self.
I’ll speak to Bagot in your own behalf,
And win him to all the pity that I can.
Mean time, to comfort you in your distress,
Receive these Angels to relieve your need,
And be assured that what I can effect
To do you good, no way I will neglect.
MISTRESS BANISTER.
That mighty God, that knows each mortal’s heart,
Keep you from trouble, sorrow, grief, and smart.
[Exit Mistress Banister.]