Sir John, Well, if old King Harry had lived, this king that is
now, had made thieving the best trade in England.
K. Henry. Why so?
Sir John, Because he was the chief warden of our company.
Ifs pity that e'er he should have been a king, he was so brave a
thief. But sirrah, wilt remember my pardon if need be ?
K. Henry. Yes, 'faith will L
Sir John, Wilt thou ? well then, because thou shalt go safe,
for thou mayst hap (bein^ so early) be met with again before
thou oome to Southwark, if any man, when he should bid thee
good morrow, bid thee stand, say thou but Sir John, and they
will let thee pass.
K, Henry, Is that the word ? then let me alone.
Sir John, Nay, sirrah, because I think indeed I shall have
some occasion to use thee, and as thou com'st oft this way. I may
light on thee another time, not knowing thee, here 1 11 break
tms angel : take -thou half of it ; this is a token betwixt thee
and me.
K, Henry, God-a-mercy : farewell. [JEont,
Sir John. O my fine golden slaves! here's for thee, wench,
i'&ith. Now, Boll, we will revel in our bower ; this is a tithe
pig of my vicarage. God-a-mercy, neighbour Shooter's-hill, you
* J. c. merciful.
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ha' paid your tithe honestly. Well, I hear there is a oompany of
rebels up against the king, got toother in Ficket-field, near Hol-
bom ; and, as it is thought here in Kent, the king will be there
to-night in his own person. Well, I'll to the king^ camp, and it
shall go hard, if there be any doiuss, but TU make some good
booty among them. \_jExewU Sis John and Doll.
ACT IV.
8CENS I.— A Meld near London. "KXSQ Henry's camp,
Enter KjNO Henby diegwited, SUFFOLK, HuNTINOTON, and
Attendants with torches.
K. Eenry. My lords of Suffolk and of Huntington,
Who scouts it now ? or who stand sentinels ?
What men of worth, what lords, do walk the round ?
8t^. May itplease your highness—
K. Hewry. Peace, no more of that :
The king 's asleep \ wake not his majesty
With terms, nor titles ; he*s at rest m bed.
Kings do not use to watch themselves ; they^eep,
And let rebellion and conspiracy
Revel and havoc in the commonwealth.
Is London look'd unto ?
Hwnt, It is, my lord ;
Your noble uncle Exeter is there,
Your brother Gloucester, and my lord of Warwick;
Who, with the mayor and the alaermen.
Do guard the gates, and keep good rule within.
The earl of Cambridge and Sir Thomas Grey
Do walk the round; Xord Scroope and Butler scout :
So, though it please your majesty to jest.
Were you in bed, well might you take your rest.
K. Menry. I thank ye. lords ; but you do know of old.
That I have been a perfect night-walker.
London, you say, is safely look'd unto
(Alas, poor rebels, there your aid must fail) ;
And the Lord Cobham, Sir John Oldcastle,
Quiet in Kent. Acton, you are deceived ;
Keckon again, you count without your host ;
To-morrow you shall give account to us :
Till when, my friends, this long cold winter's night
How can we spend ? King Harry is asleep.
And all his lords ; these garments tell as so ;
All friends at foot-ball, fellows all in field,
Harry, and Dick, and George. Bring us a drum ;
Give us square dice ; we'll keep this court of guard*
For all good fellows* companies that come.
* I. e. the sruard-room.
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Where's that mad priest ve told me was in arms.
To fight as well as pray, if need Required ?
S^f. He's in the camp, and if he knew of this,
1 underttE^Le he would not be long hence.
K, Henry. Trip Dick, trip George.
Sunt, I must nave the dice : what do we play at ?
8^f. Passage, if you please.*
Swd, Set round then : so ; at all.
K, Henry. Oeorge, you are out ;
Give me the dice, 1 pass for twenty pound :
Here's to our lucky passage into IVance.
Hunt. Harry, you TMSs mdeed, for you sweep all.
Sttf'. A sign JSing Harry shall sweep all in France.
Snter SiB JoHN.
Sir John. Edge ye, good fellows ; take a fresh gamester in.
K. Henry. Master parson, we play nothing but ^old.
Sir John. And, fellow, I tell thee that the priest hath gold.
Gold ! what ? ye are but beggarly soldiers to me ; I think I have
more gold than all you three.
Hunt. It may be so ; but we believe it not.
K. Henry. Set, priest, set : I pass for all that gold.
Sir John. You pass indeed !
JT. Henry. Priest, hast any more ?
Sir John. More ! what a question 's that ?
I tell thee I have more than all you three.
At these ten angels.
K. Henry. I wonder how thou com'st by all this gold.
How many benefices hast thou, priest ?
Sir John. 'Faith but one. Dost wonder how I come by gold ?
I wonder rather how poor soldiers should have gold. For I'll
tell thee, good fellow; we have every day tithes, offerings, chris-
tenings, weddings, burials ; and you poor snakes come seldom to
a booty. Ill speak a proud word ; I have but one parsonage,
Wrotham ; 'tis better than the bishopric of Eochester : there's
ne'er a hill, heath, nor down, in aH Kent but 'tis in my parish ;
— Barham-down,Cobham-down, Gad's-hill, Wrotham-hm, Black-
heath, Cocks-heath, Birchen-wood, all pay me tithe. Gold
quoth-a? ye pass not for that.
Siff. Ham, you are out : now, parson, shake the dice.
Sir John. Set, set. I'll cover ye;— at all :— a plague on't, I am
out. The devil, and dice, and a wench, who will trust them ?
8^f. Say'st thou so, pnest P set fair ; at all for once.
K. Henry. Out, Sir, pay alL
Sir John. Sir, pay me angel cold :
m none of your craok'd French crowns, nor pistolets ;
Pay me fair angel golcL as I pay vou.
A. Henry. No crack'd French crowns! I hope to see more
crack'd French crowns ere long.
Sir John. Thou mean'st of Frenchmen's crowns, when the
king 's in France.
* A s^ame at tables.
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140 FIB8T PABT OP [ACT IT.
Ewnt Set round, at all.
Sir John. Pay all. This is some luck.
K. Kewry, Give me the dice ; 'tis I must shrieve the priest :
At all, Sir John.
Sir John. The devil and all is yours. At that.
'Sdeath, what casting's this ?
Svf. Well thrown, Harry, i' faith.
K. Hewry. I'll cast better yet.
Sir John. Then I'll be hang'd. Sirrah, hast thou not given
thy soul to the devil for casting ?
K. Hewy. I pass for alL
Svr John. Thou i)assest all that e'er I played withaL
Sirrah, dost thou not cog, nor foist, nor slur ?
K. Senry. Set, parson, set ; the dice die in my hand.
When, parson, when ?* what, can you find no more ?
Alreaay dry ? was't you braeg'd of your store ?
Sir John. All's gone but that.
SutU. What ? mdf a broken angel.
Sir John. Why, Sir, 'tis gold.
K. Henry. Yea, and I'll cover it.
Sir John. The devU give ye good on't ! I am blind :
Tou have blown me up.
K. Henry. Nay, tarry, priest ; you shall not leave us yet :
Do not these pieces tit each other well ?
Sir John, What if they do ?
K. Hewry. Thereby begins a tale.
There was a thief, in face much like Sir John
(But 'twas not he— that thief was all in ffreen).
Met me, last day, on Black-heath, near the Park :
With hun a woman. I was all alone
And weaponless ; my boy had all my tools.
And was before, providing me a boat.
Short tale to make, Sir John— the thief I mean-
Took a iust hundred pound in gold from me.
I stormM at it, and swore to be revenged,
' If ere we met. He. like a lusty^ thief.
Brake with his teetn this angel just in two,
To be a token at our meeting next ;
Provided I should charge no ofl&cer
To apprehend him, but at weapon's point
Becover that and what he had beside.
Well met. Sir John ; betake you to your tools,
By torchlight ; for, master parson, you are he
That had my gold.
Sir John. Zounds I won it in play, in fair, square play, of the
keeper of Eltham-park ; and that I will maintain with this poor
whvnniard. Be you two honest men, to stand and look upon us,
and let us alone, and take neither part.
K. Henry. Agreed ; I charge ye do not budge a foot :
Sir John, have at ye.
* An exclamation indicating impatience : eomct parson, come f
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8CENB I.] SIB JOHN 0LDCA8TLB. 141
Sir John. Soldier, 'ware your sconce.
[As they a/re preparing to engage^ BUTLEE enters and
draws his sword to pari them.
But. Hold, yillain, hold ; my lords, what do ye mean.
To see a traitor draw against the king ?
Sir John. The king ? God's will, 1 am in a proper pickle.
K. Henry. Butler, what news, why dost thou trouble us ?
But. Please your majesty, it is break of day ;
And as I scouted near to Islington^
The grey-eyed morning ga\e me ghmmering
Of armed men coming down High^te-hill,
Who by their course are coasting, hitherward.
K. Henry. Let us withdraw, my lords ; prepare our troops
To charge the rebels, if there be such cause.
For this lewd priest, this deyilish hypocrite,
That is a thief, a gamester, and what not,
Let him be hang'd up for example sake.
Sir John. Not so. my eracious sovereign. I confess I am a
frail man, flesh and blood as others are; but set my imperfec-
tions aside, you have not a taller man, nor a truer subject to the
crown and state, than Sir John of Wrotham is.
K. Henry. Will a true subject rob his king?
Sir John. Alas, 'twas ignorance and want, my gracious liege.
K. Hemry. 'Twas want of srace. Why, you should be as salt
To season others with good document ;
Your lives, as lamps to give the people Ueht ;
As shepherds, not as wolves to spoil the nock :
Go hang Imn. Butler. Didst thou not rob me?
Sir John. 1 must confess I saw some of your gold ; but, my
dread lord, I am in no humour for death. God wills that sin-
ners Hve ; do not you cause me to die. Once in their Uves the
best may go astray ; and if the world say true, yourself, my hege,
have been a thief.
K. Henry. I confess I have ;
But I repent and have reclaimed myself.
Sir John. So will I do. if you will give me time.
^r. Hewnj. Wilt thou ? my lords, will you be his sureties ?
aunt. That when he robs again he shall be hang'd.
Sir John. I ask no more.
K. Henry. And we will grant thee that;
Live and repent, and prove an honest man ;
Which when I hear, and safe return from France,
I'll give thee Hving. Till when, take thy gold.
But spend it better than at cards, or wine ;
For better virtues fit that coat of thine.
Sir John. Vivat rex. et currat lex. My liege, if ye have cause
of battle, ye shall see Sir John bestir him3elf in your quarrel.
lUxeunt.
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SCENE II.— A Field of Battle near London.
Alarum. Enter KiNO Henby, SUFFOLK, HtTNTINGTON, and
Sib John, bringing forth Acton, Bbyeblby, and MuBLET,
prisoners.
K. Kenry. Bring in those traitors, whose aspiring minds
Thought to have triumphed in our overthrow:
But now ve see, base villains, what success
Attends ill actions wrongfully attempted.
Sir Eoger Acton, thou retain'st the name
Of knight, and snouldst be moie discreetly temper'd
Than join with peasants : gentry is divine,
But thou hast made it more thui popular.*
Act. Pardon, my lord^ my conscience urged me to it.
K. Henry. Thy conscience ! then thy conscienoe is corrupt;
For in thy conscience thou art bound to us.
And in thv conscience thou shouldst love tny country :
Else whars the difference 'twixt a Christian,
And the uncivil manners of the Turk ?
Bev. "We meant no hurt unto your majesty.
But reformation of reUgion.
K. Hewry. Eeform religion ? was it that you sought?
I pray, who gave you that authority ?
Belike then we do hold the sceptre up.
And sit within the throne but for a (^pher.
Time was, good subjects would make Imown their grie(
And prav amendment, not enforce the same.
Unless their king were tyrant ; which I hope
You cannot justjy say tlutt Harry is.
What is that other ?
Svf. A malt-man, my lord.
And dwelUng in Bunstoble, as he says.
K. Henry. Sirrah, what made you leave your barley-broth.
To come in armour thus against your king ?
Mur. Fie, i)altry, paltry^ to and fro, in and out upon occasion,
what a world is this f Knighthood, my lieg^ 'twas knighthood
brought me hither ; they told me 1 had wdilth enough to make
my wife a lady.
K. Henry. And so vou brought those horses which we saw
Trapp'd all in costly mmiture ; and meant
To wear these spurs when you were knighted onoe ?
Mur. In and out upon occasion, I did.
K. Henry. In and out uxx>n occasion, therefore,
You shall be hang'd, and in the stead of wearing
These spurs upon your heels, about your nedc *
Thejr shall bewray your folly to the world.
Sir John. In and out, upon occasion, that goes hard.
Mur. Fie, paltry, paltry, to and fro. Good my Uege, a pardon ;
I am sorry for my fault.
K. Henry. That comes too late. But tell me, went there none
* 7. e. made it vulgar.
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8CINX II.] SIB JOHK OLDCABTIE. 143
Beside Sir Eoger Acton, upon whom
You did dex)end to be your governor ?
Mw. None, my good lord, but Sir John Oldcastle.
K. Jffewry. Bears lie a part in this conspiracy ?
Act. "We looked, my lord, that he would meet us here.
K. Sewry. But did he promise you that he would come ?
Act. Such letters we received forth of Kent.
lEnter the Bishop of EOCKBSTBB.
Roch. Where is my lord the kmg ? Health to your grace.
Examining, my lord, some of these rebels.
It is a general voice among them aU«
That they had never come into this place.
But to have met their valiant general,
The good Lord Cobham, as they title him ;
Whereby, mj lord, your grace may now perceive.
His treason is apparent, which berore
He sought to colour by his flattery.
K. Senry. Now, by my rovaltv I would have sworn.
But for his conscience, which I bear withal.
There had not Uved a more true-hearted subject.
Boch. It is but counterfeit, my gracious lord ;
And therefore may it please your majesty
-To set your hand unto this precept here.
By which we'll cause him forthwith to appear,
And answer this by order of the law.
K. Senry. Not only that, but take commission
To search, attach, imprison, and condemn
This most notorious traitor as you please.
Boch. It shall be done, my lord, without delay.
So, now I hold. Lord Cobhwn, in my hand.
That which shall finish thy disdained Ufe. lAside,
K. Senry. I think the iron age begins but now
Which learned poets have so often taught ;
Wher^ there is no credit to be given
To either words, or looks^ or solemn oaths :
For if there were, how often hath he' sworn.
How gently tuned the music of his tongue !
And with what amiable face beheld he me,
Wlien all, God knows, was but hypocrisy !
Enter CoBBLiM.
Cob. Long life and prosperous reign unto my lord.
K. Sewry. Ah, villam ! canst thou wish prosperity.
Whose heart includeth nought but treachery ?
I do arrest thee here myself, false knight.
Of treason capital against the state.
Coh. Of treason, mighty prince ? your grace mistakes;
I hope it is but in the way of mirth.
SZ Sewry. Thy neck shall feel it is in earnest, shortly.
Dar'st thou intrude into our presence, knowing
How heinously thou hast offended us P
But this is thy aocustoioed deceit ;
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141 FIE8T PABT OF |>CT IT,
Now thou perceiv'st thy purpose is in vain,
With some excuse or other thou wilt come
To clear thyself of this rebellion.
Cob. Rebellion ! good my lord, I know of none,
K. Kewry, If you deny it, here is evidence.
See you these men ? you never counselled.
Nor offered them assistance in their wars ?
Coh. Speak, sirs, not one but all ; I crave no favour ;
Have ever I been conversant with you.
Or written letters to encourage you ?
Or kindled but the least or smallest part
Of this your late unnatural rebellion ?
Sp^, for I dare the uttermost you can.
M.W. In and out upon occasion, I know you not.
K. Sewry. No ! diost thou not say, that Sir John Oldcastte
Was one with whom you purposed to have met ?
Mwr. True, I did say so; but in what respect ?
Because I heard it was reported so.
K. Setiry. Was there no other argument but that ?
Act To clear my conscience ere 1 die, my lord,
1 must confess we have no other ground
But only rumour, to accuse this lord ;
Which now I see was merely fabulous.
K. Senry. The more pernicious you to taint him then.
Whom you know was not faulty, yea or no.
Cob. Let this, my lord, which I present your grace.
Speak for my loyalty; read these articles,
And then give sentence of my life or death.
K. Henry. Earl Cambridga^Scroope, and Grey, corrupted
With bribes from Charles of France, either to win
My crown from me, or secretly contrive
My death by treason ! Is it possible ?
Cob. There is the platform,* and their hands, my lord.
Each severally subsCTibed to the same.
K.Hervry. Oh never-heard-of, base ingratitude !
Even those I hug within mj bosom most,
Are readiest evermore to stins my heart.
Pardon me, Cobham, I have done thee wrong;
Hereafter I wHl Uve to make amends.
Is then their time of meeting so near hand ?
We'll meet with them, but httle for their ease,
If God permit. Go take these rebels hence.
Let them have martial law : but as for thee,
Friend to thy king and country, still be free.
[Exeunt ElKa Hekby and GoBHiJL
Mur. Be it more or less, what a world is this ?
Would I had continued still of the order of knaves.
And ne'er sought knighthood, since it costs so dear:
Sir Eoger, I may thank you for all.
y^. rJow 'tis too late to have it remedied,
I pr'ythee, Murley, do not urge me with it.
* Plan, outline, list.
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8CBNE III.] SIB JOHN 0LDC18TLE. 145
HwU, Will you away, and make no more to do ?
Mwr. Fie, paltiry, paltry, to and fro, as oocasion serves :
If you be so nasty, take my place.
MwU. No, sood sir knignt« e'en take it yourself.
Mwr, I oould be glad to give my betters place. \_ExewU,
8CENB in.— Kent. Court lefore LoBD Cobham's Kouse,
BkUt the Bishop of Eochegter, LoBD Wabden of the Cinque
ForU^ Gbombb, Lady Gobham, and Attendants.
JEtoeh. I tell ve, lady, 'tis not possible
But you should know where he conveys himself;
And you have hid him in some secret place.
L. Coh. My lord, believe me, as I have a soul,
I know not where my lord my husband is.
Bach. Go to, go to ; you are an heretic,
And vfill be forced by torture to confess.
If Mr means will not serve to make you telL
L. Cob. My husband is a noble gentleman.
And need not hide himself for any &ct
That e'er I heard of; therefore wrong him not.
Boch. Your husband is a dangerous schismatic,
Traitor to God, the kine, and commonwealth ;
And therefore. Master Cromer, shrieve of Kent,
I charge you take her to your custody,
And seize the goods of Sir John Oldcastle
To the king's use ; let her go in no more,
To fetch so much as her apparel out :
There is your warrant from his miyesty.
L.War. Good my lord bishop, paoiftr your wrath
A^nst the lady.
Moch. Then let her confess
Where Oldcastle her husband is conoeal'd.
L, War, I dare ensage mine honour and my Hfe,
Poor gentlewoman, she is ignorant
And innocent of all his practices,
If any evil by him be practised.
B^ik. If, my lord warden ? Nay then I charge you,
That all cinque-ports. whereof you are chief,
Be laid forthwitn ;* that he escapes us not.
Show him his highness' warrant, master sheriff.
L. War. I am sorry for the noble gentleman.
Boch, Peace, he comes here ; now do your oflBce.
Bnter COBHAM and Habfool.
Cob. Harpool, what business have we here in hand ?
What makes the bishop and the 3heriff here ?
I fear my coming home is dangerous;
I would 1 had not made such hast« to Cobham.
Ear, Be of good cheer, my lord : if they be foes, we'll scram-
. ble shrewdly with them ; if they be friends, they are welcome.
* Be watched by persons employed to waylay and observe all who
attempt to leave the kingdom.
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146 FIB8T PAET OF [ACT IT.
Crom, Sir John Oldoastle, Lord Oobham, in the king's name,
I anestyou of high trea^n.
Cob. Treason, Master Cromer !
Sar, Treason, master sheriff! what treason ?
Cob, Harpool, I charge thee, stir not, but be quietw
Do you arrest me of treason, master sheriff ?
Boch. Yea, of high treason, taraitor, heretio.
Cob. Defiance in his face tnat calls &xe so :
I am as true a loyal gentleman
Unto his highness, as my proudest enemy.
The king shall witness my late ikithful servioe,
For safetyof his sacred majesty.
Boch. What thou art, the king's hand shall testify :
Show him, lord warden.
Cob. Jesn defend me !
1st po^ble your cunning could so temper
The princely disposition of his mind.
To sign the damage of a loyal subiect ?
Well, the best is, it bears an antedate,
Procured by my absence and your malice.
But I, since that, haye show'd myself as true
As any churdiman that dare chaillenge me.
Let me be brought before his majesty ;
If he acquit me not, then do your worst.
Moch. We are not bound to do kind offices
Por any traitor, schismatic, nor heretic.
The king's hand is our warrant for our work.
Who is departed on his way for France,
And at Southampton doth repose this night.
Hot. O that thou and I were within twenty miles of it^ on
Salisbury plain ! I would lose my head if thou bronghf st thy
head hither asain. [Aride.
Cob, My lord warden of the cinaue-ports, and ford of
Rochester, ye are joint commissioners : £»vour me so much, on
my expense, to brmg me to the king.
Boch, What, to Southampton P
Cob. Thither, my good lord :
And if he do not clear me of all guilt.
And all suspicion of conspiracy.
Pawning his princely warrant for my truth,
I ask no favour, but extremest torture.
Bring me, or send me to him, good my lord ;
Qood my lord warden, master shrieve, entreat
Come hith^, lady ;— nay, sweet wife, forb^
To heap one sorrow on another's neck.
Tis grief enough folsely to be accused,
And not permitted to ac(|uit myself ;
Do not thou, with thy kind respectiye* tears,
Torment thy husband's heart, that bleeds for thee
But be of oomfort Qod hath help in store .
[They both entreat for him,
I, foi '
• /. e. respectftiL .
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SCBHE III.] SIB JOHN 0LDCA8TLE. 14T
For those that put assured trust in him.
Dear wife, if they commit me to the Tower,
Gome up to London, to your sister's house ;
That, b^g near me, tou may comfort me.
One solace find I setued in my soul,
That I am free from treason's very thought
Only my conscience for the Gospel's sake
Is cause of all the troubles I sustain.
L. Cob. O my dear lord, what shall betide of us ?
Tou to the Tower, and I tum'd out of doors ;
Our substance seized unto his highness* use.
Even to the garments 'longing to our backs ?
Mar. Patience, good madam, things at worst will mend ;.
And if they do no^ yet our lives may end.
Boch. Urge it no more ! for if an angel spake,
I swear by sweet St. Peter's blessed keys,
"Fint goes he to the Tower, then to the stake.
Orom. But. by your leave, this warrant doth not stretch
To imprison ner.
£o€^. No; turn her out of doors.
Even as she is, and lead him to the Tower,
With guard enough, for fear of rescuing.
L. Cob. O God requite thee, thou blood-thirsty man !:
Cob. May it not be, mv lord of Rochester ?
Wherein have I incurr'a your hate so fiur,
That my appeal unto the king 's denied ?
Sock. No hate of mine, but power of holy church,
Fbrbids all favour to fidse heretics.
Cob. Tour private maUoe. more than public power,
Strikes most at me ; but with m^ life it ends.
Hot. O that I had the bishop in that fear
That once I had his sumner by ourselves ! T Aside.
Crom. My brd, yet grant one suit unto us all ;
That this same ancient servinsman may wait
Upon my lord his master, in the Tower.
£och. This old iniquity, tiiis heretic,
That, in contempt of our church discipline,
€k)mi)ell'd my sumner to devour his process !
Old ruffian imst-grace, upstart schismatic.
Had not the king pray'd us to pardon you,
Tou had fried for't, you grizzled heretic.
Mar. 'Sblood, my lord bishop, you wrong me ; I am neither
heretic nor Puritan, but of the old church. I'll swear, drink ale,
kiss a wench, go to mass, eat fish all Lent, and fast Fridays with
cakes andnKdne, fruit and spicery \ shrive me of my old sins afore
Easter, and bes^ new before Wmtsuntide.
Orom. A merry, mad, conceited knave, my lord.
Mar. That knave was simijly put upon the bishop.
Soeh. Well, God forgive him, and I pardon him :
Let him attend his master in the Tower,
For I in charity wish his soul no hurt
Cob. Grod bless my soul from such cold charity !
JKocA. To the Tower with him ; and when my leisure servieB.
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148 FIEST PIBT OF [aCT IT.
I will examine him of artdclea
Ix)ok, my lord warden, as you hare in charge,
The shrieve perform his office.
Wcur» Ay, my lord.
{Mxeunt LoBD Wabdbn, Gbomeb, and Lord Cobhaic
Bwler^ from LoBD Cobham's Ao««e, Sttmneb with hoolct,
IU>ch. What bring'st thou there ? what, books of heresy ?