MISTRESS BANISTER. Into decay, indeed, long of that wretch. I am the wife to woeful Banister: And by that bloody villain am pursued From London here to Antwerp. My husband he is in the governour’s hands, And God no doubt will treble bless your gain. CROMWELL. Good mistress Banister, what I can, I will, In any thing that lies within my power. MISTRESS BANISTER. O speak to Bagot, that same wicked wretch, An Angel’s voice may move a damned devil. CROMWELL. Why, is he come to Antwerp, as you here? MISTRESS BANISTER. I heard he landed some two hours since. CROMWELL. Well, mistress Banister, assure your self. I’ll speak to Bagot in your own behalf, And win him to all the pity that I can. Mean time, to comfort you in your distress, Receive these Angels to relieve your need, And be assured that what I can effect To do you good, no way I will neglect. MISTRESS BANISTER. That mighty God, that knows each mortal’s heart, Keep you from trouble, sorrow, grief, and smart. [Exit Mistress Banister.] CROMWELL. Thanks, courteous woman, for thy hearty prayer. It grieves my soul to see her misery, But we that live under the work of fate, May hope the best, yet knows not to what state Our stars and destinies hath us assigned. Fickle is fortune and her face is blind. [Exit.] ACT II. SCENE II. A street in Antwerp. [Enter Bagot solus.] BAGOT. So all goes well; it is as I would have it. Banister he is with the Governour And shortly shall have guives upon his heels. It glads my heart to think upon the slave; I hope to have his body rot in prison, And after here his wife to hang her self, And all his children die for want of food. The Jewels that I have brought to Antwerp Are recond to be worth five thousand pound, Which scarcely stood me in three hundreth pound. I bought them at an easy kind of rate; I care not which way they came by them That sold them me, it comes not near my heart: And least thy should be stolen—as sure they are— I thought it meet to sell them here in Antwerp, And so have left them in the Governour’s hand, Who offers me within two hundreth pound Of all my price. But now no more of that: I must go see and if my bills be safe, The which I sent to master Cromwell, That if the wind should keep me on the sea, He might arrest him here before I came: [Enter Cromwell.] And in good time, see where he is. God save you sir. CROMWELL. And you: pray pardon me, I know you not. BAGOT. It may be so, sir, but my name is Bagot, The man that sent to you the bills of debt.