Classic Poem

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" Ffor if yo u r boone be askeable,
Soone granted it shalbe:

" If it be not touching my crowne," he said,
" Nor hurting poore com m inaltye."
" Nay, it is not touching yo u r crowne," shee sayes,
" Nor hurting poore cominaltye,

" But I begg the death of Tho mas Cromwell,
For a false traitor to you is hee."
" Then feitch me hither the Earle of Darby
And the Earle of Shrewsbury,

" And bidde them bring Thomas Cromawell;
Let 's see what he can say to mee;"
For Thomas had woont to haue carryed his head vp,
But now he hauges it vppon his knee.

" How now? How now?" the k ing did say,
" Thomas, how is it w i th thee?"
" Hanging and drawing, O k ing !" he saide;
" You shall neuer gett more from mee."

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" Ffor if yo u r boone be askeable,
Soone granted it shalbe:

" If it be not touching my crowne," he said,
" Nor hurting poore com m inaltye."
" Nay, it is not touching yo u r crowne," shee sayes,
" Nor hurting poore cominaltye,

" But I begg the death of Tho mas Cromwell,
For a false traitor to you is hee."
" Then feitch me hither the Earle of Darby
And the Earle of Shrewsbury,

" And bidde them bring Thomas Cromawell;
Let 's see what he can say to mee;"
For Thomas had woont to haue carryed his head vp,
But now he hanges it vppon his knee.

" How now? How now?" the k ing did say,
" Thomas, how is it with thee?"
" Hanging and drawing, O k ing !" he saide;
" You shall neuer gett more from mee."