BEDFORD.
To Lambeth! so: go fetch me pen and ink.
I and Lord Cromwell there shall talk enough;
Aye, and our last, I fear, and if he come.
[He writes a letter.]
Here, take this letter, and bear it to Lord Cromwell.
Bid him read it; say it concerns him near:
Away, begone, make all the haste you can.
To Lambeth do I go a woeful man.
[Exit.]
ACT V. SCENE II. A street near the Thames.
[Enter Cromwell and his train.]
CROMWELL.
Is the Barge ready? I will straight to Lambeth,
And if this one day’s business once were past,
I’d take my ease to morrow after trouble.—
How now, my friend, wouldst thou speak with me?
[The Messenger brings him the letter; he puts it in his pocket.]
MESSENGER.
Sir, here’s a letter from my Lord of Bedford.
CROMWELL.
O good, my friend, commend me to thy Lord.
Hold, take those Angels; drink them for thy pains.