GARDINER.
My conscience now tells me this deed was ill:
Would Christ that Cromwell were alive again.
NORFOLK.
Come, let us to the king, whom well I know,
Will grieve for Cromwell, that his death was so.
[Exeunt omnes.]
GARDINER.
My conscience now tells me this deed was ill:
Would Christ that Cromwell were alive again.
NORFOLK.
Come, let us to the king, whom well I know,
Will grieve for Cromwell, that his death was so.
[Exeunt omnes.]