'll bid Swash swing in an Halter as his old Master did Enter old Momford lead in by Bess Momford Momf. Some good man bring me to an Officer It may be a blind wretch may save a subject Swash Master here 's a blind man come to see your father hang'd Y. Stro. How a blind man see him hang'd that were strange indeed Swash Old Playn What would that aged man and that fair Maid Swash I hope she comes to beg my old Master from the Gallows Y. Stro. No Swash She should have come in her Smock and then Swash It may be it is not clean Master Momf. I heard the people murmur near my house A little Cottage yonder on the Green That there was come an antient man to die For killing of a Knight last afternoon If it be so the Knight lives and no doubt Will be recovered of his dangerous wounds Glost. Where is he father Momf. Yonder in my Cottage Swash O brave Master he sayes the Knight 's in his God-piece Y. Stro. No in his Cottage man thou mistakest Momf. He nam'd himself but now and sent us forth To know the truth and he comes after us As well as his green wounds will give him leave Y. Stro. I marry Swash here 's a good old man and a goodly Mother brings news for the nonce I wo'd not for all the Bullocks in Norfolk th 'ad faln out that my father had faln off Glost. Let Strowd come down I hope Sir Robert lives And if he do believe me I 'le reprove This over rash proceedings for Strowd's death Old Playn May it please your grace 't was Sessions the last day Strowd granted he had kill'd him Judgement past And my Sons wife the Daughter to Sir Robert Hasten'd with tears the execution Enter Sir Robert Westford Swash Yonder he comes Master come you had like to made a fine piece of work here are you a Knight and can fight no better Sir Rob. Health to my gracious Lord the Duke of Gloster Glost. I am glad Sir Robert Westford of your health How do you feel your wounds Sir Rob. May it please your grace I hope they will do well This good old man and this fair-comming Maid Next under Heaven preserv'd me from death Glost. Be thankfull to them then and hear ye young Strowd Consider this poor man and that fair Maid Y. Stro. Consider her I consider well enough sirrah Swash methinks it is the prettiest Mother that ere man's eyes look't on Glost. Sir Walter Playnsey take Strowd to your house His pardon shall be sent you ere you dine So upon Sureties let him be discharg'd But hear you young Strowd see you find out Canbee Or at my hands never expect a favour Y. Stro. Yes my Lord I 'le find him or it shall go hard vesdiness Swash I am mightily smitten in love with yonder Mother and I ha not a swelling burning feavour in every member wo'd I might nere stir yonder 's Mr. Playnsey has all the talk with her and yet hee 's no Batchelar Swash Cannot you go and take her away from him I co'd do it my self Master Y. Stro. I le go to 'em I 'le try Goddeen to your Sir Swash Pish you are no body Master let me alone I have a device to get him away and then do you sease upon the Wench follow me Master Y. Stro. Oh brave Swash e'faith Enter a Messenger Glost. Now Sir your news Mess The haughty Cardinal Taking advantage of your being from home Hath with a crue of his Confederates Beset St. Iohnses and with all his force Assayls to wrong the Lady Ellenor And steal her forth the Castle Glost. Is' t possible that this proud Priest dares offer violence Unto my Troth-plight Ellenor Mess 'T is too true my Lord Glost. Where is he now Mess Rid to the Court my Lord Glost. And thither Gloster doth intend to fly As swift as quickest speed will give him leave Ex. Glost. Old Stro. Come Sir you 'll seek those Cozeners No doubt those copes-mates had my 100 pound And do you hear take your companion with you Go and seek them or for your own part never see my face But as for you that trust to every slave Wasting my goods nay jesting out my life By false repreeves and such base practises Walk pack sink swim pine perish look not on me Till you have found those that have Cony-catch't you Y. Stro. Heark hither Swash and it had not been for a blemish to the name of the Strowds wo'd we had made an end of this brawling at the Gallows and then thou should'st a seen whether I wo'd a kept such a coyl for a little pawltry loss or no I warrant thee he ha not the honesty to cast thee a Noble towards the healing of thy crack't Crown yet every one sayes he gave that ill-fac't knave the Hangman five or six pound Swash I that was to buy him a better face Mr. But give him good words you know the old man is kind enough Y. Stro. I as any Corssen creature hee 's won with a Apple and lost again with a nut but come Swash we 'll go seek out those Cony-catchers and ere I catch them I 'le make them pay soundly all for their roguery Exeunt young Strowd and Swash Old Playn Sir Robert will you shake hands with Mr. Strowd Sir Rob. Well he may have my hand but not my heart Srowd thou didst wound me yet thou didst it well No more I 'le think on 't till my dying day I 'le sit upon your skirts before I will Capt. West Oh Uncle have patience Sir Rob. You are an Agent for the Child of Momford I pray you Sir Walter Playnsey make good Bonds That Strowd abuse me not look to 't I pray Old Playn I warrant you Sir Robert I 'le be sure Of such security as you shall like Old Stro. Come Captain Westford you shall have the Deeds Concerning Momford's lands past unto you Cap. West I had rather Sir you kept them in your hand Old Stro. Well as you please yet walk with us I pray You brought me to the Gallows bring me back Father farewell farewell good gentle maid I 'le rest your Debtor till some other time But 't was Sir Robert's kindness to reveal his name Else Hangman you had had this home-spun suit But Heaven be thank't I keep it for my Son I hope to driue him from his silken humour Cap. West Come good Mr. Strowd will you go Old Stro. Gallows farewell Strowd's heart is blithe and bold Having escap'd thy danger being thus old Exeunt old Strowd Cap. Westford and old Playnsey Sir Rob. A plague of this blind slave and that base drab Else hadst thou hang'd ere I had been discover'd And on my tongue a mischief that reveal'd Our purpose in the plot of Momfords fall But I ha 't now I am resolv'd hear you Son Playnsey I pray you give that Maid a mark in gold And Father I must crave a word with
thousand Marks besides the Lands Morgag'd unto one Strowd a Norfolk Yeoman That Strowd on my abuse done to the Lady Challeng'd the field we fought and here I fell He scap't I hope Heaven grant he may do well Momf. 'T is well Sir that you are so penitent Sir Rob. Oh Father I had need to rend my heart In sunder with true sorrows hourly sighes For I have done a deed more impious Than ever entred in the heart of man If ever thou didst hear of Momfords name His honor bounty and magnificence If ever thou didst hear his late defame His accusation exile indigence Then know that I am he Momford lov'd well Yet I am he by whom old Momford fell Momf. Alas Sir how Sir Rob. I coveted his Land And practis'd with Sir Walter Playnsey's Son An irreligious careless Gentleman Yet one that will make show swear and protest His course of life is equal with the best O there are many such old man there be Too many in this Land like him and me We laid this plot he should go into France He did and serv'd on horse at Amiens Where he was wilfully ta'n Prisoner And by his Keepers Daughter understood The French should by a trecherous plot win Guynes Wherein Lord Momford held a Garrison Momf. Who were consenting with the French in this Sir Rob. A Wallown-Captain called Haute Bewmart Momf. Did Momford know of it Sir Rob. No old man never - But Playnsey counterfeited certain Letters Subscribing them with Lord Villiers his name In gratulation for betraying Guynes These Letters were delivered to a Post The Post surpriz'd examin'd where he had them He answered from Villiers his Secretary For in his habit Playnsey was disguis'd Momf. Oh Heaven Sir Rob. Good father wherefore dost thou sigh Momf. For grief mens hearts should harbour such deceits Sir Rob. I faint good father if thou can relieve me Call for thy Daughter stretch me on a bed Bear witness I repent now help and ease me And till I dye conceal my treachery Momf. Be sure I will and yet I hope you 'll live And reconcile the banish't Lord your self For 't was an unjust fact indeed it was Come Daughter help to lead in this Gentleman Wee 'll show him all the favour that we can Enter Bess. Bess. Father he fownes Momf. Come quickly help him in I hope he will recover but if not Heaven grant his sins may wholly be forgot Exeunt Enter Canbee disguised Can. This damb'd perpetual Rogue Swash has kept me here in little ease of the bare ground hungry cold and comfortless ever since two hours afore day I am hungry for the hundred pound he brings cold at my heart for fear he come without it and comfortless least if he have it he comes with company but lupus in fabula here he comes what and alone excellent the 100 l. myne own then Enter Swash Swa•h. I discover none the danger is past I think I may with safety put up an honest weapon thou terror to all Theeves sleep there my young Master promised to meet me he stayes somewhat long but he knows Swash is able to stand under the strokes of a dozen false slaves oh that I could meet with a Theef now to try my valour Can. Stand sirrah and deliver Swash Oh Lord Theeves theeves oh oh Can. Peace Villain or I 'le cut out thy Tongue and make a rasher of the coals on 't deliver the mony Swash Yes good Mr. Theef with all my heart there 't is I am glad I had it for you Can. So am I too Sir come hold up I must now bind you hand and foot for running after me Swash I pray you do bind me hard do good Mr. Theef harder yet Sir Can. So now farewell your mony goes with me Sir Swash Farewell kind Mr. Theef O pox choke him for a slave Theeves theeves theeves help help help Enter Hadland and Snip with Strowd's sword Had. Sirrah Snip be sure you run away with Strowd's sword Snip I warrant you Sir let me alone for running Swash Theeves theeves help help Snip How theeves I 'le go and raise the town Sir theeves theeves Ex. Snip Enter Tom Strowd Y. Stro. How Theeves where 's Snip run with my sword who 's that cries Theeves Swash how now man come stand to it Swash Yes Sir I am bound to it Y. Stro. Why what 's the matter Swash how cam'st thou thus ha Swash I am rob'd Master Y. Stro How rob'd I hope not so man Swash Yes faith there was six Theeves set upon me I very manfully kill'd seven of the six and the rest carried away the mony but I shall have it again that's the best on 't Y. Stro. How dost thou know thou shalt ha 't again Swash Swash Why he has left me his bond here to bring it again Y. Stro. There 's a bond with a Halters name Swash is all the mony gone Swash Every peny Master Y. Stro. What ill fortune is that Swash what shall we do now trow Enter Snip and Canby Snip Theeves theeves come good Mr. Canby make hast this way this way Can. Theeves where Boy I am almost out of breath with runring what Mr. Strowd and Swash how comes this Y. Stro. Why Swash is rob'd man Can. How rob'd Y. Stro. Yes faith but I may thank Snip there that run away with my sword Snip Alas Sir I was so amazed I knew not what I did Nor whither I ran till I met Mr. Canbee here Can. Rob'd I wod I had been with thee Swash Swash I honest Mr. Canbee and you had been with me I had scaped well enough then Can. Well Mr. Strowd as I was passing through Allgate this morning I saw the Shreeves and Constables set towards to Newgate to fetch your father the Carpenter in a Cart carried the Jebbet to Bednall-Green only love to meet you made me neglect the principal business here 's the Protectors Reprieve I have done the part of a Gentleman here 's Humphry Gloster good Noble man he loved your Father well let not your delay dash all I was two hours by the clock of my bare Knees to the Protector pray'd the equity of the quarrel and could Westfords body a been found the Pardon had been sealed but haste away with the Repreeve take horse at Langton and make speed or your father will be hanged Y. Stro. How take horse quoth ye yes the Cat would lick her ears and she had 'em why I was rob'd too last night my self at Langton Can. Were you rob'd Mr. Strowd Y. Stro. Yes faith they make a matter of nothing to rob Swash and I now adayes I have not a horse to cast at a dog man not I. Can. Apox of all ill fortunes hold Sir there 's five shillings left take it and go take my horse at the Bell at Stratford and make hast for fear you come too late Y. Stro. Troth Mr. Canbee and ye gave me all that ere ye had I can but thank you
them both have thy desire King Alarum to the flight Alarum They fight and Momford's side wins King Fellow dost hear T. Stro. Anon King What should I call thy Country and thy name T. Stro. Sen ye Glost. The King wo'd know thy Country and thy name T. Stro. My name I am not asham'd of my name I am one Tom Strowd of Harling I 'll play a gole at Camp-ball or wrassel a fall a the hip or the hin turn with ere a Courtnoll of ye all for 20 quarters of Male and march me height for height King A lusty fellow trust We have too few such Subjects in our Land where 's the Blind-beggar and his brother T. Stro. Where the Blind-beggar is I know not but here 's the pretty Mother his Daughter and thou beest a kind spring all speak a good word for me to my father that I may have her and as God mend me and ere thou com'st into Norfolk I 'll give thee as good a Dish of Dumplings as e're thou layd'st thy lips too so will I sen ye Old Stro. How mary with a Beggar mix the blood of Strowds with a tatter either cast her off or I will cast off thee T Stro. Now we shall have a coyl with ye and ye were not my father I 'd knock your pate so wo'd I. Old Stro. How 's that do and thou dare Momf. Strowd though she be Daughter to a poor Bind-man that long hath liv'd on good mens charity do not disdain her Be her birth as it may the portion I 'll give with her deserves as good a Husband as your Son T. Stro. Bate me an ace of that qd Bolton yet I would I had her as naked as my nayl Old Stro. As good a portion as my Son proud Beggar 'T is not your Clapdish and your patch'd Gown can do 't Momf. However poor good Sir digrace me not Old Stro. 'T is my disgrace to be out-worded by a Beggar But and thou be'st such a well-monied man As thou dost brag dar'st drop old Angels with me And he that out-drops other take up all Momf. That were ambition in a beggar Sir Cap. West 'T were credit for thee and thou couldst out-drop him Momf. So please my Liege to give me leave I 'll venture That small Estate I have King We are content 'Mongst cares 't is fit to mix some meriment Momf. Come hither Daughter are you ready Master T. Stro. To him Father never lose a hog for a halfp'worth of tar come old fellow bring thy white Bears to the stake and thy yellow gingle boys to the Bull-ring Father wherefore do you hang an arse so they are all our own and there were a comb seck full on 'em Momf. I thus begin Old Stro. And thus I answer thee Momf. Thus I reply Old Stro. And thus do I joyn issue T. Stro. I had rather joyn issue with the Mother a great deal had I. Old Stro. Some more mony Swash Swash Here Master we 'll outdrop the Beggar we 'll make Gill sweat else Old Stro. Hast thou any mony about thee Tom T. Stro. An hundred angels and a better peny Pigs of your own Sow Father Momf. There 's 20 more Old Stro. More yet the Rascal will disgrace me more yet T. Stro. And yet too you think beggars ha' no lice father Glost. Why how now Strowd begins it to be low water with ye Old Stro. I am e'en run a ground have drop'd till I can drop no more T. Stro. You must e'en burn of the spit for I have no more oyl of Angels to bast you father Old Stro. Nor thou Swash Swash Only a broken three farthings that I kept in a corner to buy my wench pins with Momf. All this is mine then Old Stro. I not deny 't 't is true That was our match and so good Gold adue T. Stro. I have brought my hogs to a fair Market must I lose the Mother and all my Gold too Old Stro. Yes saith all 's gone Tom. T. Stro. This is your foolery Father and I had don 't we sho'd have had such a scolding with you Momf. Then Strowd where thou before didst scorn my Daughter Now I do scorn thy Son not mov'd through hate For Strowd I hold thee a most honest man For right thou didst unto Lord Momford's Daughter And since thy Son did save my poor Girls life And rescued mine with hazard of his own This Gold which by our bargain is all mine I freely give him towards his mariage King Trust me a gallant Beggar T. Stro. Beggar He might be a King for his bounty for he gives away all Swash I know the reason of that he can beg more and Begging be so good an occupation wo'd I had been bound Apprentice to 't seven years ago there was somewhat to be got by it then 't is out of request now T. Stro. This is old excellent here carry 't to my Chamber Swash and lock the door fast I charge thee Swash And I meet no false Knaves by the way Canbee and Hadland here had been a simple boon for you now Exit Momf. And now my Lord since Momford is prov'd clear And his Accusers have confest their guilt I freely give my Daughter to the man Who for the love of Momford lov'd of all Will take her to his wife Cap. West For Momford's sake whose honor'd deeds Are writ up with the blood of the proud French Were she the meanest and deformed'st Creature That treads upon the bosome of the earth Westford wo'd take love live and marry her Momf. Nay then I see that virtue shall find friends Take her good Captain and for Momford's sake Use the Maid kindly T. Stro. Why farewell 40 pence I ha fisht fair and caught a frog well Mother though I am no Gentleman I co'd ha brought you to more Land than a score on 'em thou should'st have had 40 as fair milch kine to your payl as a man sho'd need to see in a Summers day 4 yoak of Oxen and three team of Cart-horses besides thou should'st have had thine ambling nag and thy side-saddle to ha rid on a little easier than to be jaunted up and down London Streets in a lethern wheel-barrow and then of the other side there 's the old woman my Mother she would have made thee a vild-good Huswife could have taught thee how to a made butter and flap-jacks fritters pancakes I and the rarest fools all the Ladies in the Land know not how to turn their hands to 'em But I 'll take my leave on thee with an oh good night Land lady the Moon is up Momford discovers himself Cap. W. Gl. Card. Momford King Bold Momford living and proved Loyal Thy Love like a rich Jewel we will wear Next to our hear• upon those Gentlemen That have maintain'd and proved faithfull We do confer a 100 Crowns a piece Momf. Your Grace in this does Momford double right And noble Country-men while we do live Your Love and Valour must not be forgotten Old Playn How is' t you will we deal with your Accusers King That we refer unto our Uncle Gloster Who better knows those passages than we Glost. Since 't is your will my Liege then thus 't must be For you Y. Playnsey and Sir Robert Westford Receive a legal Tryal Canbee and Hadland We for a President will have you sent Out of the Land to dateless banishment Can. Thanks your good Honor and we 'll do you more good by cheating your enemies abroad than ever we did hurt by cosening honest subjects at home King Good Uncle Gloster we commend your care For throwing out such rank weeds forth our Land Whose weaken'd body hath been sick too long Wanting tho•e helps that should have made it strong 'Mongst whom Lord Momford you are not the least Pray Heaven you be the last whom this wilde beast Ambitious treason sought to ruinate But in requital of your more than wrong We make you here our Lord High-Treasurer And Captain Westford make you General Of all our forces muster'd up 'gainst France Thus our disjointed Kingdom being made strong Each Member seated in his proper seat Let 's in to praise his name whose powerfull hand Protects the safety of our peacefull Land IOHN DAY FINIS
'll reward ye well Can. My Lord and ye were able to give him as much Land as would lie between Winchester and Walsingham he wo'd be your prigger your prancer your high-lawyer your Had. Your nipper your foyst your rogue your cheat your pander your any vild thing that may be sblud the worst that any man can say of me is that I am a tall Theef and the best that any man can say of thee is that thou art a base Rogue and a Cheater Can. I 'll jerk ye for this ye slave Card. Nay Sirs be Friends hold ye here 's gold Do but assist me against Glosters life And I 'll reward you better Had. Cardinal wert thou Cardinal King of the Infernals were thou Prince of Grim-tarter-tarmagant and Erebus I wo'd not shed one drop of the worst Dogs blood my Duke of Gloster keeps for thy miter thy million thy metropolis shall I betray his life that sav'd me from the death of a Dog no Yet for my honest friend Franck Canbees sake I am content to stand by and give aym at this time Enter Gloster and Ellenor See where he comes two of ye are enough to deal with one I 'll not meddle with him Card. Let 's set upon him all and kill the slave Glost. Hast thou betray'd me Coward Bewford know Though I am over-matcht I am not kill'd Enter old Playnsey young Playnsey Captain West and Oficers Old Playn Keep the Kings peace for shame my Lords Card. Come Canbee follow me Playnsey be sure I 'll sit upon your skirts for parting us Glost. Bewford Thou maist befriend him with thy power Had not he been thou hadst not breath'd this aire Card. Gloster thou wrongst me with-hold'st St. Iohnses Look too 't for fear when I get enterie I pull not down the Castle ore thine ears Glost. Cardinal to spite thee I 'll keep Ellenor And wed her in St. Iohnses make her my Dutches Card. Thou wilt abuse her with lascivious lust As once thou didst the Earl of Flanders wife And make her wretched hoping in thy love Glost. Oh! your holiness would have her turn a Nun Your cloyster-lemmon but sh• minds thee not Fellow what ere thou art that tak'st my part There 's 20 Crowns go prove an honest man Card. There 's 40 for thee Canbee kill that slave A• ever thou intend'st my Love to have Can. I will take my time my Lord Had. Canbee come not near me thou knowest my antient order They die that dare me but if thou dare meet me heark in thine ear disturb not these honourable personages Can. Be brief appoint the place of meeting subito subito Had. At our Old Hostises mad rogue to make merry lay a fresh plot to meet the Norfolk gull and be blithe Can. Agreed and I meet thee not bafle my good name chronicle Canbee for a Coward my Lord I will have a limbe of that Rogue Ca•. I shall be mindfull of thee Canbee if thou kill him Base slave had not he been Gloster had dyed Glost. I am sorry Gentlemen for Momfords fall And for our Brother the Lord Regents anger Let him pull down the pride of Winchester And Gloster easily will be appeas'd Card. Humphry nor Bedford nor thy self hath power To make Lord Bewford stoop dost thou forget I am a Prince and a Plantaginet Glost. Bastards were never Princes in their state Card. I am a Prince elected by the Pope Glost. I 'll make ye gladly flye to your Elector Card. First will I see thy death Witless Protector Draw again Old Playn Keep the Kings peace my Lords Card. Look to 't I 'll rowse you and your minions Out of St. Iohnses ere a week be spent Can. Sir we 'll rowse ye we Ex. Card. and Canbee Glost. VVould never greater care came near my heart Could I have had my will in my Loves sight This evening had been Bewfords latest night But to the purpose now Sir Walter Playnsey Take no exceptions as you love our favour That Lady Ellenor's escap'd away Old Playn Is she escap'd away my Lord Glost. She is nay storm not For if you do your anger is in vain I 'll answer any Duty for her wardship So rest your self content if ye rest quiet And will confirm your ward to be my wife I 'll send ye within six daies six thousand pound Being more than you can get by course of Law Old Playn I but my Lord her sudden taking hence Glost. Nay nay stand not on tearms take this or chuse Send word ye love us or our Loves refuse Come Captain Westford bring us to St. Iohnses Ex. Glost. Cap. West Y. Playn Here 's a good world when ev'ry Duke is King Thus I see power can master any thing Old Playn I son else durst not you and old Sir Robert Being but new come from the dejected Father Offer such open wrong to Momfords Daughter Y. Playn Father I 'll answer that upon the way Please ye to walk but to Sir Robert Westfords Enter Momford like a Souldier Momf. Save ye Gentlemen pray can ye tell me Whether Sir Robert Westford ly in London Or at his Summer-house Old Playn He lyes at Stepny fellow Follow us we 'll bring thee thither presently Ex. Playnseys Momf. That 's Playnsey and his son I 'll follow hem And try my Brother Westford ere I need Already have I took a little Cottage On Bednall-Green pretending my self blind Thither perhaps my gentle Child will come For she 's full of charitable alms But howsoere now I shall surely see her Bringing my own seal as a Messenger I 'll follow after kind Sir Walter Playnsey And his Heroick son my Daughters Joy Ex. Momf. ACT II. Enter Sir Robert Kate his Daughter Bess Momford and Swash Kate FAther you wrong me and my Cosen Momford I marry Playnsey troth plight unto her Oh it 's an impious match I 'll rather have Than such a mariage-bed a dismal grave Sir Rob. Use no more words no title tattle talk The Priest is sent for Playnsey is a comming He shall have you and you shall have his Land Kate But for my Cosen Bess Sir Rob. Your Cosen-Beggar Child unto a Traytor Go to no more come heark a word with me Enter Old Strowd and wash Old Str. Ha this is excellent stript of his cloaths His shirt stoln from his back why this exceeds This is a toy to mock an Ape withall Swash Nay barlady Sir this toy has mock'd as well-favour'd a Youth as your own Son Old Str. Hold ye there 's ten pound go fetch him new cloaths Swash Nay Sir he wants no cloaths for he hath a Cloak laid on with gold lace and an imbroidred Ierkin and thus he is marching hither like the fore-man of a Morris Old Stro. Not for 20 l. gold lace embroiderd I 'll see how he is suited by and by Swash I 'll tell him so but pray Mr. let me be at the wedding feast Old Stro. And there you 'll be hoyting and
and your horse were a horse of gold he shall be forth-comming again Come Swash let us go Exit Tom Stro Swash Mr. Canbee no more but so for this kindness farewell Mr. Hadland farewell Snip pray let 's see ye all at the Gallows till when I bequeath this halter amongst ye in token of my love and so adue Snip Farewell Swash and be hang'd Had. Canbee art thou mad to give him thy horse and five shillings to save his father from hanging Can. No you Friday-fac't-frying pan it was to save us all from whipping or a worse shame for let your Rogueship understand that this reprieve is counterfeit and made by me your ordinary pasport maker that should have lost an ear at Salisbury and another at Northampton the truth is we must leave London for if the Protector get us under his protection we shall all go Westward for this warrant Had. Let 's turn Gypsies again then and go about a fortune-telling 't is in good request again now Can. That 's the smooth foot path up Holborn no lack there 's an odde fellow snuffels i' the nose that shows a motion about Bishopsgate we 'le wheel about by Ratliff and get to his lodging see shews for a fortnight till Strowd's nine daies wonder of hanging be past to let us use his motion which done the boy shall turn girle thou as I have done already wash off that Gypsie-colour and be door-keeper with the boy my self with a half vizzard will describe and thus we 'le live like young Emperors Had. •anbee I 'le chronicle thee for this conceit Snip thou shalt have good purchase of the Wenches in the throng Snip And if I snip not off their Purses then call me crack Ex. Enter Gloster Sir Walter Playnsey and his Son Captain Westford Enter Old Strowd to the Gallows with the Hangman and Officers Glost. Strowd I am sorry for this heavy sight And by the dread command of my liege Lord I come to witness 'twixt the world and you What state you dye in how you will dispose Your lands your goods and debts now forfeited These he restores thee yet whilst thou has life To give unto your son your friends or wife Old Stro. I humbly thank his royal Majesty VVishing long happiness to him and you But with your favour my good Lord Protector I still deny I am a Murtherer I kill'd Sir Robert Westford in fair fight Our quarrel rising from open wrong He offer'd to his neece the Lady Momford Glost. All that was certified his Majesty But prethee hear me Strowd Death's fleshless hand Clapsing the wretched palms of endless woe Hath made a circle and thy soul 's the Center From which by neither power prayers or tears If thou dye desperate she can be freed Old Stro. My Lord I do beseech ye pardon me The worl'd believes that I have murder'd Westford Or since abus'd his body being dead And shaming at my savage guiltiness Have hurl'd it in some well not to be found Is this the matter that I should confess Glost. It is good Strowd in that make clear thy Soul Old Stro. He whose pure blood turns scarlet sins to snow Forgive me all my faults and Westford's death But if I ever wrong'd him being dead Or mov'd him from the place whereon he fell Not far off from this place where I must fall I ask Heavens anger on me for his grace And I can say no more concerning that Glost. Enough what sayes thou about Momford's lands Old Stro. I say seeing the King of his good grace Hath given me all my lands my debts and goods I give too marks and all the deeds Unto the Lady Elizabeth his Daughter And Captain Westford in whom I put all trust Be carefull that the Lady be not wrong'd Cap. West I warrant you Mr. Strowd Glost. How mean'st thou to di•pose of all thine own Old Stro. I have a will drawn at my house in Harling And I confirm that for my Testament Glost. Are you pleas'd that will shall be perform'd Old Stro. Heaven's will be done But I would fain have seen mine unkind Son Glost. Tarry a little Executioner Enter Tom Strowd and Swash Y. Stro. Hold hold hold let him alone you cross legg'd-hartichoak touch him and thou dare Swash Hold Hangman and thou be'st a man hold for the Kings advantage Glost. What are these trow Y. Stro. Two sir that come not without their cards I hope Father you have a simple fellow to your Son you see come who 's the shreeve here haw Old Playn I do supply his place Y. Stro. Do ye so then here 's a Mittimus to repreeve my father back again to the Gaol or a repreeval what do you call it it 's my Lord Cardinal's and my Lord Protectors own hands and seals I assure you Sir Glost. Proud Winchesters and mine that 's strange let 's see it Swash It is not so strange as true Sir there it is Glost. Is this your Son Strowd Old Stro I my gracious Lord Y. Stro. 'T is the more shame for my Mother else Glost. Where had you this repreeve Y. Stro. Of an honest Gentleman Sir one that can do any reasonable matter with my Lord Protector Swash I truly Sir he is one as honest a Gentleman as Canbee Glost. It may be so for I know one Franck Canbee He serv'd sometimes Bewford the Cardinal The commonst cosening Knave in all this Land Swash I I that 's he Sir that 's he Y. Stro. As God mend me 't is the very same man but all 's one for that he has plaid the kind Gentleman with me and as God save me and Swash had not been rob'd this morning of 100 pound I had paid him well for his pains too Sir Glost. Strowd turn your self to Heaven these hopes are vain And young Strowd as you hope to have our favour After your Father's death I charge you seek That Canbee forth that forg'd you this repreeve Y. Stro. How after my father's death I hope it is not come to that now after all this charge Old Stro. Sirrah you ever chuse you such sure Mates My Lord Protector pray be good to him Y. Stro. Nay pray you my Lord be good to my father and turn him 'ore the Ladder Swash is this my Lord Erector Y. Stro. How 's that my Lord Protector and you be my Lord Protector I pray do but set your hand to this Bill and as God save me and ere ye come into Norfolk I 'le do you twenty times as good a turn as the hanging of my father comes to pray you my Lord Swash Do my good Lord Erector and Swash and his Buckler shall be at your service Old Stro. Peace peace your idle prate Heaven's peace Must be my comfort in adversity Y. Stro. Swash what shall become of me now I nere dare go down into Norfolk again every clown will brave me and bid me go to London and be hang'd as my father was Swash I and they