GOUGH. Let us entreat ye to go call together The rest of your sad fellows (by the rule Y’are just seven score), and tell them what we hear A virtuous honorable lord hath done Even for the meanest follower that he had. This writing found my lady in his study, This instant morning, wherein is set down Each servant’s name, according to his place And office in the house: on every man He frankly hath bestown twenty nobles, The best and worst together, all alike, Which Master Catesby here forth will pay ye. CATESBY. Take it as it is meant, a kind remembrance Of a fair kinder lord, with whose sad fall He gives up house and farewell to us all: Thus the fair spreading oak falls not alone, But all the neighbor plants and under-trees Are crushed down with his weight. No more of this: Come, and receive your due, and after go Fellow-like hence, copartners of one woe. [Exeunt.] SCENE III. The Tower. [Enter Sir Thomas More, the Lieutenant, and a Servant attending, as in his chamber in the Tower.] MORE. Master Lieutenant, is the warrant come? If it be so, a God’s name, let us know it. LIEUTENANT. My lord, it is. MORE. Tis welcome, sir, to me with all my heart; His blessed will be done! LIEUTENANT. Your wisdom, sir, hath been so well approved, And your fair patience in imprisonment Hath ever shewn such constancy of mind And Christian resolution in all troubles, As warrant us you are not unprepared. MORE. No, Master Lieutenant; I thank my God, I have peace of conscience, Though the world and I are at a little odds: But we’ll be even now, I hope, ere long. When is the execution of your warrant? LIEUTENANT. Tomorrow morning. MORE. So, sir, I thank ye; I have not lived so ill, I fear to die. Master Lieutenant, I have had a sore fit of the stone tonight; but the king hath sent me such a rare receipt, I thank him, as I shall not need to fear it much. LIEUTENANT. In life and death still merry Sir Thomas More. MORE. Sirrah fellow, reach me the urinal: [He gives it him.] Ha! let me see (there’s) gravel in the water; (And yet I see no grave danger in that) The man were likely to live long enough, So pleased the king.—Here, fellow, take it. SERVANT. Shall I go with it to the doctor, sir? MORE. No, save thy labour; we’ll cossen him of a fee: Thou shalt see me take a dram tomorrow morning, Shall cure the stone, I warrant; doubt it not.— Master Lieutenant, what news of my Lord of Rochester? LIEUTENANT. Yesterday morning was he put to death. MORE. The peace of soul sleep with him! He was a learned and a reverend prelate, And a rich man, believe me. LIEUTENANT. If he were rich, what is Sir Thomas More, That all this while hath been Lord Chancellor? MORE. Say ye so, Master Lieutenant? what do ye think A man, that with my time had held my place, Might purchase? LIEUTENANT. Perhaps, my lord, two thousand pound a year.