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'Enter Constable; Mayor; and Watch。'

MAYOR。
What? have you searched the town?

CONSTABLE。
All the town; sir; we have not left a house
unsearched that uses to lodge。

MAYOR。
Surely; my lord of Rochester was then deceived;
Or ill informed of sir John Old…castle;
Or if he came this way he's past the town。
He could not else have scaped you in the search。

CONSTABLE。
The privy watch hath been abroad all night;
And not a stranger lodgeth in the town
But he is known; only a lusty priest
We found in bed with a pretty wench;
That says she is his wifeyonder at the sheeres;
But we have charged the host with his forth coming
Tomorrow morning。

MAYOR。
What think you best to do?

CONSTABLE。
Faith; master mayor; here's a few straggling houses
beyond the bridge; and a little Inn where carriers use
to lodge; though I think sure he would ne'er lodge
there:  but we'll go search; & the rather; because there
came notice to the town the last night of an Irish man;
that had done a murder; whom we are to make search for。

MAYOR。
Come; I pray you; and be circumspect。

'Exeunt。'


ACT V。 SCENE VI。 The same。 Before the Carrier's Inn。
Enter Watch。

FIRST WATCH。
First beset the house; before you begin the search。

SECOND WATCH。
Content; every man take a several place。

'Here is heard a great noise within。  Keep; keep;
strike him down there; down with him''

'Enter Constable with the Irish man in Harpoole's
apparel。'

CONSTABLE。
Come; you villainous heretic; confess where your
master is。

IRISHMAN。
Vat mester?

MAYOR。
Vat mester; you counterfeit rebel? this shall not serve
your turn。

IRISHMAN。
Be sent Patrick I ha no mester。

CONSTABLE。
Where's the lord Cobham; sir John Old…castle; that
lately is escaped out of the Tower?

IRISHMAN。
Vat lort Cobham?

MAYOR。
You counterfeit; this shall not serve you; we'll torture
you; we'll make you to confess where that arch…heretic;
Lord Cobham; is:  come; bind him fast。

IRISHMAN。
Ahone; ahone; ahone; a Cree!

CONSTABLE。
Ahone; you crafty rascal!

'Exeunt。'




ACT V。 SCENE VII。 The same。 The yard of the Inn。

'Lord Cobham comes out in his gown stealing。'

COBHAM。
Harpoole; Harpoole; I hear a marvelous noise about
the house:  God warrant us; I fear we are pursued:
what; Harpoole。

HARPOOLE。
'Within。'  Who calls there?

COBHAM。
Tis I; dost thou not hear a noise about the house?

HARPOOLE。
Yes; mary; do I:zwounds; I can not find my hose;
this Irish rascal that was lodged with me all night 
hath stolen my apparel; and has left me nothing but
a lowsy mantle; and a pair of brogues。  Get up; get
up; and if the carrier and his wench be asleep; change
you with them as he hath done with me; and see if
we can escape。

'Exit lord Cobham。'

'A hoise again heard about the house; a pretty while;
then enter the Constable; meeting Harpoole in the
Irish man's apparel。'

CONSTABLE。
Stand close; here comes the Irish man that did the
murther; by all tokens; this is he。

MAYOR。
And perceiving the house beset; would get away。
Stand; sirra。

HARPOOLE。
What are thou that bidst me stand?

CONSTABLE。
I am the Officer; and am come to search for an Irish
man; such a villain as thy self; that hast murthered a
man this last night by the high way。

HARPOOLE。
Sblood; Constable; art thou mad? am I an Irish man?

MAYOR。
Sirra; we'll find you an Irish man before we part:  lay
hold upon him。

CONSTABLE。
Make him fast。  O thou bloody rogue!

'Enter Lord Cobham and his lady in the carrier and
wenches apparel。'

COBHAM。
What; will these Ostlers sleep all day?
Good morrow; good morrow。  Come; wench; come。
Saddle! saddle!  Now afore God too fair days; ha?

CONSTABLE。
Who comes there?

MAYOR。
Oh; tis Lancashire carrier; let him pass。

COBHAM。
What; will no body open the gates here?
Come; let's int stable to look to our capons。

'Exeunt Cobham and his Lady。'

'The carrier calling。'

CLUB。
'Calling。'  Host! why ostler! zwooks; here's such a 
bomination company of boys。  A pox of this pigsty
at the house end:  it fills all the house full of fleas。
Ostler! ostler!

'Enter Ostler。'

OSTLER。
Who calls there? what would you have?

CLUB。
Zwooks; do you rob your guests? do you lodge rogues
and slaves; and scoundrels; ha? they ha stolen our clothes 
here:  why; ostler!

OSTLER。
A murrein choke you; what a bawlin you keep。

'Enter Host。'

HOST。
How now; what would the carrier have? look up there。

OSTLER。
They say that the man and woman that lay by them have
stolen their clothes。

HOST。
What; are the strange folks up yet that come in yester night?

CONSTABLE。
What; mine host; up so early?

HOST。
What; master Mayor; and master Constable!

MAYOR。
We are come to seek for some suspected persons;
And such as here we found; have apprehended。

'Enter the Carrier and Kate in lord Cobham and ladies apparel。'

CONSTABLE。
Who comes here?

CLUB。
Who comes here? a plague found ome! you bawl; quoth a!
ods hat; I'll forzwear your house:  you lodged a fellow and
his wife by that ha run away with our parrel; and left us such
gew…gaws here!Come Kate; come to me; thowse dizeard;
yfaith。

MAYOR。
Mine host; know you this man?

HOST。
Yes; master Mayor; I'll give my word for him。  Why; neighbor
Club; how comes this gear about?

KATE。
Now; a fowl ont; I can not make this gew…gaw stand on my
head:  now the lads and the lasses won flout me too too

CONSTABLE。
How came this man and woman thus attired?

HOST。
Here came a man and woman hither this last night; which I did
take for substantial people; and lodged all in one chamber by
these folks; me thinks; have been so bold to change apparel;
and gone away this morning ere they rose。

MAYOR。
That was that villain traitor; Old…castle; that thus escaped us:
make out hue and cry yet after him; keep fast that traitorous
rebel; his servant; there:  farewell; mine host。

CARRIER。
Come; Kate Owdham; thou and Ise trimly dizard。

'Exeunt。'


ACT V。 SCENE VIII。 A wood near St。 Albans。

'Enter sir John Old…castle; and his Lady disguised。'

COBHAM。
Come; Madam; happily escaped; here let us sit。
This place is far remote from any path;
And here awhile our weary limbs may rest;
To take refreshing; free from the pursuit
Of envious Rochester。

LADY COBHAM。
But where; my Lord;
Shall we find rest for our disquiet minds?
There dwell untamed thoughts that hardly stop;
To such abasement of disdained rags。
We were not wont to travel thus by night;
Especially on foot。

COBHAM。
No matter; love;
Extremities admit no better choice;
And were it not for thee; say froward time
Imposed a greater task; I would esteem it
As lightly as the wind that blows upon us;
But in thy sufference I am doubly tasked。
Thou wast not wont to have the earth thy stool;
Nor the moist dewy grass thy pillow; nor
Thy chamber to be the wide horizon。

LADY COBHAM。
How can it seem a trouble; having you
A partner with me in the worst I feel?
No; gentle Lord; your presence would give ease
To death it self; should he now seize upon me。
Behold what my foresight hath underta'en

'Here's bread and cheese & a bottle。'

For fear we faint; they are but homely cates;
Yet sauced with hunger; they may seem as sweet
As greater dainties we were wont to taste。

COBHAM。
Praise be to him whose plenty sends both this
And all things else our mortal bodies need;
Nor scorn we this poor feeding; nor the state
We now are in; for what is it on earth;
Nay; under heaven; continues at a stay?
Ebbs not the sea; when it hath overflown?
Follows not darkness when the day is gone?
And see we not sometime the eye of heaven
Dimmed with overflying clouds:  there's not that work
Of careful nature; or of cunning art;
(How strong; how beauteous; or how rich it be)
But falls in time to ruin。  Here; gentle Madame;
In this one draught I wash my sorrow down。

'Drinks。'

LADY COBHAM。
And I; encouraged with your cheerful speech;
Will do the like。

COBHAM。
Pray God poor Harpoole come。
If he should fall into the Bishop's hands;
Or not remember where we bade him meet us;
It were the thing of all things else; that now
Could breed revolt in this new peace of mind。

LADY COBHAM。
Fear not; my Lord; he's witty to devise;
And strong to execute a present shift。

COBHAM。
That power be still his guide hath guided us!
My drowsy eyes wax heavy:  early rising;
Together with the travel we have had;
Make me that I could gladly take a nap;
Were I persuaded we might be secure。

LADY COBHAM。
Let that depend on me:  whilst you do sleep;
I'll watch that no misfortune happen us。
Lay then your head upon my lap; sweet Lord;
And boldly take your rest。

COBHAM。
I shall; dear wife;
Be too much trouble to thee。

LADY COBHAM。
Urge not that;
My duty binds me; and your love commands。
I would I had the skill with tuned voice
To draw on sleep with some sweet melody;
But imperfection; and unaptness too;
Are both repugnant:  fear insert the one;
The other nature hath denied me use。
But what talk I of means to purchase that;
Is freely happened? sleep with gentle hand
Hath shut his eye…lids。  Oh victorious labour;
How soon thy power can charm th

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