[Exit Cromwell and the Lieutenant.]
GARDINER.
His guilty conscience makes him rave, my Lord.
NORFOLK.
Aye, let him talk; his time is short enough.
GARDINER.
My Lord of Bedford, come; you weep for him,
That would not shed half a tear for you.
BEDFORD.
It grieves me for to see his sudden fall.
GARDINER.
Such success wish I to traitors still.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V. SCENE IV. London. A street.
[Enter two Citizens.]
FIRST CITIZEN.
Why, can this news be true? ist possible?
The great Lord Cromwell arrested upon treason!
I hardly will believe it can be so.