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A08469	The first part of the true and honorable historie, of the life of Sir Iohn Old-castle, the good Lord Cobham As it hath been lately acted by the right honorable the Earle of Notingham Lord high Admirall of England his seruants.; Sir John Oldcastle.	Munday, Anthony, 1553-1633. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. aut; Wilson, Robert, d. 1600. aut; Hathway, Richard, fl. 1598-1602. aut	1600 (1600)	STC 18795; ESTC S106323	46,191	82

Do not presume to tempt them with ill words Nor suffer any meetings to be had Within your house but to the vttermost Disperse the flockes of this new gathering sect Cobham My liege if any breathe that dares come forth And say my life in any of these points Deserues th' attaindor of ignoble thoughts Here stand I crauing no remorce at all But euen the vtmost rigor may be showne Har. Let it suffice we know your loyaltie What haue you there Cob. A deed of clemencie Your Highnesse pardon for Lord Powesse life Which I did beg and you my noble Lord Of gracious fauour did vouchsafe to grant Har. But yet it is not signed with our hand Cob. Not yet my Liege one ready with pen and incke Har. The fact you say was done Not of prepensed malice but by chance Cob. Vpon mine honor so no otherwise Har. There is his pardon bid him make amends writes And cleanse his soule to God for his offence What we remit is but the bodies scourge Enter Bishop How now Lord Bishop Bishop Iustice dread Soueraigne As thou art King so graunt I may haue iustice Har. What meanes this exclamation let vs know Bish. Ah my good Lord the state 's abusde And our decrees most shamefully prophande Har. How or by whom Bish. Euen by this heretike This Iew this Traitor to your maiestie Cob. Prelate thou liest euen in thy greasie maw Or whosoeuer twits me with the name Of either traitor or of heretike Har. Forbeare I say and Bishop shew the cause From whence this late abuse hath bin deriu'de Bish. Thus mightie King by generall consent A messenger was sent to cite this Lord To make appearance in the consistorie And comming to his house a ruffian slaue One of his daily followers met the man Who knowing him to be a parator Assaults him first and after in contempt Of vs and our proceedings makes him eate The written processe parchment seale and all Whereby his maister neither was brought forth Nor we but scornd for our authoritie Har. When was this done Bish. At sixe a clocke this morning Har. And when came you to court Cob. Last night my Lord Har. By this it seemes he is not guilty of it And you haue done him wrong t' accuse him so Bish. But it was done my lord by his appointment Or else his man durst ne're haue bin so bold Har. Or else you durst be bold to interrupt And fill our eares with friuolous complaints Is this the duetie you do beare to vs Was 't not sufficient we did passe our word To send for him but you misdoubting it Or which is worse intending to forestall Our regall power must likewise summon him This sauours of Ambition not of zeale And rather proues you malice his estate Than any way that he offends the law Go to we like it not and he your officer That was imployde so much amisse herein Had his desert for being insolent Enter Huntington So Cobham when you please you may depart Cob. I humbly bid farewell vnto my liege Exit Har. Farewell what 's the newes by Huntington Hunt Sir Roger Acton and a crue my Lord Of bold seditious rebels are in Armes Intending reformation of Religion And with their Army they intend to pitch In Ficket field vnlesse they be repulst Har. So nere our presence dare they be so bold And will prowd warre and eager thirst of bloud Whom we had thought to entertaine farre off Presse forth vpon vs in our natiue boundes Must wee be forc't to hansell our sharp blades In England here which we prepar'd for France Well a Gods name be it what 's their number say Or who 's the chiefe commander of this rowt Hunt Their number is not knowne as yet my Lord But t is reported Sir Iohn Old-castle Is the chiefe man on whom they do depend Har. How the Lord Cobham Hunt Yes my gracious Lord Bish. I could haue told your maiestie as much Before he went but that I saw your Grace Was too much blinded by his flaterie Suf. Send poast my Lord to fetch him backe againe But. Traitor vnto his country how he smooth'de And seemde as innocent as Truth it selfe Har. I cannot thinke it yet he would be false But if he be no matter let him go Wee le meet both him and them vnto their wo Bish. This falls out well and at the last I hope Exeunt To see this heretike die in a rope Enter Earle of Cambridge Lord Scroope Gray and Chartres the French factor Scroop Once more my Lord of Cambridge make rehersal How you do stand intiteled to the Crowne The deeper shall we print it in our mindes And euery man the better be resolu'de When he perceiues his quarrell to be iust Cam. Then thus Lord Scroope sir Thomas Gray you Mounsieur de Chartres agent for the French This Lionell Duke of Clarence as I said Third sonne of Edward Englands King the third Had issue Phillip his sole daughter and heyre Which Phillip afterward was giuen in marriage To Edmund Mortimer the Earle of March And by him had a son cald Roger Mortimer Which Roger likewise had of his discent Edmund Roger Anne and Elianor Two daughters and two sonnes but those three Dide without issue Anne that did suruiue And now was left her fathers onely heyre My fortune was to marry being too By my grandfather of King Edwardes line So of his sirname I am calde you know Richard Plantagenet my father was Edward the Duke of Yorke and son and heyre To Edmund Langley Edward the third's first sonne Scroop So that it seemes your claime comes by your wife As lawfull heyre to Roger Mortimer The son of Edmund which did marry Phillip Daughter and heyre to Lyonell Duke of Clarence Cam. True for this Harry and his father both Harry the first as plainely doth appeare Are false intruders and vsurp the Crowne For when yong Richard was at Pomfret slaine In him the title of prince Edward dide That was the eldest of king Edwards sonnes William of Hatfield and their second brother Death in his nonage had before bereft So that my wife deriu'd from Lionell Third sonne vnto king Edward ought proceede And take possession of the Diademe Before this Harry or his father king Who fetcht their title but from Lancaster Forth of that royall line And being thus What reason i st but she should haue her right Scroope I am resolu'de our enterprise is iust Gray Harry shall die or else resigne his crowne Chart. Performe but that and Charles the king of France Shall ayde you lordes not onely with his men But send you money to maintaine your warres Fiue hundred thousand crownes he bade me proffer If you can stop but Harries voyage for France Scrope We neuer had a fitter time than now The realme in such diuision as it is Camb. Besides you must perswade ye there is due Vengeance for Richards murder which although It be defende yet will it fall at last And

in your hands Is not this cloth an argument beside Thus staind and spotted with his innocent blood These speaking characters were nothing else To pleade against ye would conuict you both Bring them away bereauers of my ioy At Hartford where the Sises now are kept Their liues shall answere for my sonnes lost life Old castle As we are innocent so may we speede Lee As I am wrongd so may the law proceede exeunt Enter bishop of Rochester constable of S. Albons with sir Iohn of Wrotham Doll his wench and the Irishman in Harpooles apparell Bishop What intricate confusion haue we heere Not two houres since we apprehended one In habite Irish but in speech not so And now you bring another that in speech Is altogether Irish but in habite Seemes to be English yea and more than so The seruant of that heretike Lord Cobham Irishman Fait me be no seruant of the lord Cobhams Me be Mack Chane of Vlster Bishop Otherwise calld Harpoole of Kent go to sit You cannot blinde vs with your broken Irish sir Iohn Trust me my Lord Bishop whether Irish Or English Harpoole or not Harpoole that I leaue to be decided by the triall But sure I am this man by face and speech Is he that murdred yong sir Richard Lee I met him presently vpon the fact And that he slew his maister for that gold Those iewells and that chaine I tooke from him Bishop Well our affaires doe call vs backe to London So that we cannot prosecute the cause As we desire to do therefore we leaue The charge with you to see they be conuaide To Hartford Sise both this counterfaite And you sir Iohn of Wrotham and your wench For you are culpable as well as they Though not for murder yet for felony But since you are the meanes to bring to light This gracelesse murder you shall beare with you Our letters to the Iudges of the bench To be your friendes in what they lawfull may sir Iohn I thanke your Lordship Bish. So away with them exeunt Enter Gaoler and his man bringing forth Old castle Gaoler Bring forth the prisoners see the court preparde The Iustices are comming to the bench So let him stand away and fetch the rest exeunt Old Oh giue me patience to indure this scourge Thou that art fountaine of that vertuous streame And though contempt false witnes and reproch Hang on these yron gyues to presse my life As low as earth yet strengthen me with faith That I may mount in spirite aboue the cloudes Enter Gaoler bringing in Lady Old-castle and Harpoole Here comes my lady sorow t is for her Thy wound is greeuous else I scoffe at thee What and poore Harpoole art thou i th bryars too Harp I faith my Lord I am in get out how I can Lady Say gentle Lord for now we are alone And may conferre shall we confesse in briefe Of whence and what we are and so preuent The accusation is commencde against vs Old What will that helpe vs being knowne sweete loue VVe shall for heresie be put to death For so they tearme the religion we professe No if it be ordained we must die And at this instant this our comfort be That of the guilt imposde our soules are free Harp Yea yea my lord Harpoole is so resolude I wreake of death the lesse in that I die Not by the sentence of that enuious priest The Bishop of Rochester oh were it he Or by his meanes that I should suffer here It would be double torment to my soule Lady VVell be it then according as heauen please Enter lord Iudge two Iustices Maior of Saint Albons lord Powesse and his lady and old sir Richard Lee the Iudge and Iustices take their places Iudge Now M. Maior what gentleman is that You bring with you before vs and the bench Maior The Lord Powes if it like your honor And this his Lady trauelling toward Wales Who for they lodgde last night within my house And my Lord Bishop did lay search for such Were very willing to come on with me Lest for their sakes suspition we might wrong Iudge We crie your honor mercy good my Lord Wil t please ye take your place madame your ladyship May here or where you will repose your selfe Vntill this businesse now in hand be past Lady Po. I will withdraw into some other roome So that your Lordship and the rest be pleasde Iudge With all our hearts attend the Lady there Lord Po. Wife I haue eyde yond prisoners all this while And my conceit doth tel me t is our friend The noble Cobham and his vertuous Lady Lady Po. I thinke no lesse are they suspected trow ye For doing of this murder Lord Po. What it meanes I cannot tell but we shall know anon Meane space as you passe by them ask the question But do it secretly you be not seene And make some signe that I may know your mind Lady Po. My Lord Cobham madam as she passeth ouer the stage by thē Old No Cobhā now nor madam as you loue vs But Iohn of Lancashire and Ione his wife Lady Po. Oh tel what is it that our loue can do To pleasure you for we are bound to you Oldca. Nothing but this that you conceale our names So gentle lady passe for being spied Lady Po. My heart I leaue to beare part of your griefe exit Iudge Call the prisoners to the barre sir Richard Lee What euidence can you bring against these people To proue them guiltie of the murder done Lee. This bloudy towell and these naked kniues Beside we found them sitting by the place Where the dead body lay within a bush Iudge VVhat answer you why law should not proceed According to this euidence giuen in To taxe ye with the penalty of death Old That we are free from murders very thought And know not how the gentleman was slaine 1 Iust. How came this linnen cloth so boudy then Lady Cob. My husband hot with trauelling my lord His nose gusht out a bleeding that was it 2 Iust. But wherefore were your sharpe edgde kniues vnsheathde Lady Cob. To cut such simple victuall as we had Iudge Say we admit this answer to those articles VVhat made ye in so priuate a darke nooke So far remote from any common path As was the thicke where the dead corpes was throwne Old Iournying my lord from London from the terme Downe into Lancashire where we do dwell And what with age and trauell being faint VVe gladly sought a place where we might rest Free from resort of other passengers And so we strayed into that secret corner Iudge These are but ambages to driue of time And linger Iustice from her purposde end But who are these Enter the Constable bringing in the Irishman sir Iohn of Wrotham and Doll Const. Stay Iudgement and release those innocents For here is hee whose hand hath done the deed For which they stand indited at the barre This sauage villaine this rude Irish slaue His tongue already hath confest the fact And here is witnes to confirme as much sir Iohn Yes my good Lords no sooner had he slaine His louing master for the wealth he had But I vpon the instant met with him And what he purchacde with the losse of bloud With strokes I presently bereau'de him of Some of the which is spent the rest remaining I willingly surrender to the hands Of old sir Richard Lee as being his Beside my Lord Iudge I greet your honor With letters from my Lord of Winchester deliuers a letter Lee Is this the wolfe whose thirsty throate did drinke My deare sonnes bloud art thou the snake He cherisht yet with enuious piercing sting Assaildst him mortally foule stigmatike Thou venome of the country where thou liuedst And pestilence of this were it not that law Stands ready to reuenge thy crueltie Traitor to God thy master and to me These hands should be thy executioner Iudge Patience sir Richard Lee you shall haue iustice And he the guerdon of his base desert The fact is odious therefore take him hence And being hangde vntil the wretch be dead His body after shall be hangd in chaines Neare to the place where he did act the murder Irish. Prethee Lord shudge let me haue mine own clothes my strouces there and let me be hangd in a with after my cuntry the Irish fashion exit Iudge Go to away with him and now sir Iohn Although by you this murther came to light And therein you haue well deseru'd yet vpright law So will not haue you be excusde and quit For you did rob the Irishman by which You stand attained here of felony Beside you haue bin lewd and many yeares Led a lasciuious vnbeseeming life sir Iohn Oh but my Lord he repents sir Iohn repents he will mend Iudge In hope thereof together with the fauour My Lord of Winchester intreates for you We are content you shall be proued sir Iohn I thanke your good Lordship Iudge These other falsly here accusde and brought In perill wrongfully we in like sort Do set at liberty paying their fees Lord Po. That office if it please ye I will do For countries sake because I know them well They are my neighbours therefore of my cost Their charges shall be paide Lee. And for amends Touching the wrong vnwittingly I haue done There are a few crownes more for them to drinke giues them a purse Iudge Your kindnes merites praise sir Richard Lee So let vs hence exeunt all but Lord Powesse and Oldcastle Lord Po. But Powesse still must stay There yet remaines a part of that true loue He owes his noble friend vnsatisfide And vnperformd which first of all doth bind me To gratulate your lordships safe deliuery And then intreat that since vnlookt for thus We here are met your honor would vouchsafe To ride with me to Wales where though my power Though not to quittance those great benefites I haue receiud of you yet both my house My purse my seruants and what else I haue Are all at your command deny me not I know the Bishops hate pursues ye so As there 's no safety in abiding here Old T is true my Lord and God forgiue him for it Lord Po. Then let vs hence you shall be straight prouided Of lusty geldings and once entred VVales VVell may the Bishop hunt but spight his face He neuer more shall haue the game in chace exeunt FINIS

The first part Of the true and honorable historie of the life of Sir John Old-castle the good Lord Cobham As it hath been lately acted by the right honorable the Earle of Notingham Lord high Admirall of England his seruants LONDON Printed by V.S. for Thomas Pauier and are to be solde at his shop at the signe of the Catte and Parrots neere the Exchange 1600 The Prologue THe doubtful Tule Gentlemen prefixt Vpon the Argument we haue in hand May breede suspence and wrongfully disturbe The peacefull quiet of your setled thoughts To stop which scruple let this briefe suffise It is no pamperd glutton we present Nor aged Councellor to youthfull sinne But one whose vertue shone aboue the rest A valiant Martyr and a vertuous peere In whose true faith and loyaltie exprest Vnto his soveraigne and his countries weale We striue to pay that tribute of our Loue Your fauours merite let faire Truth be grac'te Since forg'de inuention former time defac'te The true and honorable Historie of the life of Sir Iohn Oldcastle the good Lord Cobham In the fight enter the Sheriffe and two of his men Sheriffe MY Lords I charge ye in his Highnesse name To keepe the peace you and your followers Herb. Good M. Sheriffe look vnto your self Pow. Do so for we haue other businesse Proffer to fight againe Sher. Will ye disturbe the Iudges and the Assise Heare the Kings proclamation ye were best Pow. Hold then le ts heare it Herb. But be briefe ye were best Bayl. O yes Dauy Cossone make shorter O or shall marre your Yes Bay O yes Owen What has her nothing to say but O yes Bay O yes Da. O nay pye Cosse plut downe with her down with her A Pawesse a Pawesse Gough A Herbert a Herbert and downe with Powesse Helter skelter againe Sher. Hold in the Kings name hold Owen Downe e tha ka naues name downe In this fight the Bailiffe is knocked downe and the Sheriffe and the other runne away Herb. Powesse I thinke thy Welsh and thou do smart Pow. Herbert I thinke my sword came neere thy heart Herb. Thy hearts best bloud shall pay the losse of mine Gough A Herbert a Herbert Dauy A Pawesse a Pawesse As they are lifting their weapons enter the Maior of Hereford and his Officers and Townes men with clubbes Maior My Lords as you are liege men to the Crowne True noblemen and subiects to the King Attend his Highnesse proclamation Commaunded by the Iudges of Assise For keeping peace at this assemblie Herb. Good M. Maior of Hereford be briefe Mai. Serieant without the ceremonie of O yes Pronounce alowd the proclamation Ser. The Kings Iustices perceiuing what publique mischiefe may ensue this priuate quarrel in his maiesties name do straightly charge and commaund all persons of what degree soeuer to depart this cittie of Hereford except such as are bound to giue attendance at this Assise and that no man presume to weare any weapon especially welsh-hookes forrest billes Owen Haw no pill nor wells hoog ha Ma. Peace and heare the proclamation Ser. And that the Lord Powesse do presently disperse and discharge his retinue and depart the cittie in the Kings peace he and his followers on paine of imprisonment Dauy Haw pud her Lord Pawesse in prison A Pawes A Pawesse cossone liue and tie with her Lord Gough A Herbert a Herbert In this fight the Lord Herbert is wounded and fals to the ground the Maior and his company goe away crying clubbes Powesse runnes away Gough and other of Herberts faction busie themselues about Herbert enters the two Iudges in their roabes the Sheriffe and his Baileffes afore them c. 1. Iud. Where 's the Lord Herbert is he hurt or slaine Sher. Hee 's here my Lord 2. Iud. How fares hid Lordshippe friends Gough Mortally wounded speechlesse he cannot liue 1. Iud Conuay him hence let not his wounds take ayre And get him dress'd with expedition Ex. Herb. Gough M. Maior of Hereford M Shriue o' th shire Commit Lord Powesse to safe custodie To answer the disturbance of the peace Lord Herberts perill and his high contempt Of vs and you the Kings commissioners See it be done with care and diligence Sher. Please it your Lordship my Lord Powesse is gone Past all recouery 2. Iud. Yet let search be made To apprehend his followers that are left Sher. There are some of them sirs lay hold on them Owen Of vs and why what has her done I pray you Sher. Disarme them Bailiffes Ma. Officers assist Dauy Heare you Lor shudge what resson is for this Owen Cosson pe puse for fighting for our Lord 1. Iudge Away with them Dauy Harg you my Lord Owen Gough my Lorde Herberts man 's a shitten knaue Both at once al this Dauy I se liue and tie in good quarrell Owen Pray you do shustice let awl be preson Dauy Prison no Lord shudge I wooll giue you pale good suerty 2. Iudge What Bale what suerties Dauy Her coozin ap Ries ap Euan ap Morrice ap Morgan ap Lluellyn ap Madoc ap Meredith ap Griffen ap Dauy ap Owen ap Shinken Shones 2 Iudge Two of the most sufficient are ynow Sher. And 't please your Lordship these are al but one 1. Iudge To Iayle with them and the Lord Herberts men Wee le talke with them when the Assise is done Exeunt Riotous audacious and vnruly Groomes Must we be forced to come from the Bench To quiet brawles which euery Constable In other ciuill places can suppresse 2. Iudge What was the quarrel that causde all this stirre Sher. About religion as I heard my Lord Lord Powesse detracted from the power of Rome Affirming Wickliffes doctrine to be true And Romes erroneous hot reply was made By the lord Herbert they were traytors all That would maintaine it Powesse answered They were as true as noble and as wise As he that would defend it with their liues He namde for instance sir Iohn Old-castle The Lord Cobham Herbert replide againe He thou and all are traitors that so hold The he was giuen the seuerall factions drawne And so enragde that we could not appease it 1. Iudge This case concernes the Kings prerogatiue And 's dangerous to the State and common wealth Gentlemen Iustices master Maior and master Shrieue It doth behoue vs all and each of vs In generall and particular to haue care For the suppressing of all mutinies And all assemblies except souldiers musters For the Kings preparation into France We heare of secret conuenticles made And there is doubt of some conspiracies Which may breake out into rebellious armes When the King 's gone perchance before he go Note as an instance this one perillous fray What factions might haue growne on either part To the destruction of the King and Realme Yet in my conscience sir Iohn Old-castle Innocent of it onely his name was vsde We therefore from his Highnesse giue this charge You maister Maior looke to your citizens

Mur. True I did say so but in what respect Because I heard it was reported so Har. Was there no other argument but that Act. To cleere my conscience ere I die my lord I must confesse we haue no other ground But only Rumor to accuse this lord Which now I see was merely fabulous Har. The more pernitious you to taint him then Whome you knew not was faulty yea or no Cobh. Let this my Lord which I present your grace Speake for my loyalty reade these articles And then giue sentence of my life or death Har. Earle Cambridge Scroope and Gray corrupted With bribes from Charles of France either to winne My Crowne from me or secretly contriue My death by treason Is this possible Cobh. There is the platforme and their hands my lord Each seuerally subscribed to the same Har. Oh neuer heard of base ingratitude Euen those I hugge within my bosome most Are readiest euermore to sting my heart Pardon me Cobham I haue done thee wrong Heereafter I will liue to make amends Is then their time of meeting so neere hand Wee le meete with them but little for their ease If God permit goe take these rebells hence Let them haue martiall law but as for thee Friend to thy king and country still be free Exeunt Murl. Be it more or lesse what a world is this Would I had continued still of the order of knaues And neuer sought knighthood since it costes So deere sir Roger I may thanke you for all Acton Now t is too late to haue it remedied I prithee Murley doe not vrge me with it Hunt Will you away and make no more to do Murl. Fy paltry paltry to and fro as occasion serues If you be so hasty take my place Hunt No good sir knight you shall begin in your hand Murl. I could be glad to giue my betters place Exeunt Enter Bishop lord Warden Croamer the Shrieue Lady Cob and attendants Bishop I tell ye Lady it s not possible But you should know where he conueies himselfe And you haue hid him in some secret place Lady My Lord beleeue me as I haue a soule I know not where my lord my husband is Bishop Go to go to ye are an heretike And will be forc'de by torture to confesse If faire meanes will not serue to make ye tell Lady My husband is a noble gentleman And neede not hide himselfe for anie fact That ere I heard of therefore wrong him not Bishop Your husband is a dangerous schismaticke Traitor to God the King and common wealth And therefore master Croamer shrieue of Kent I charge you take her to your custodie And ceaze the goods of Sir John Old-castle To the Kings vse let her go in no more To fetch so much as her apparell out There is your warrant from his maiestie L. War Good my Lord Bishop pacifie your wrath Against the Lady Bish. Then let her confesse Where Old-castle her husband is conceald L. War I dare engage mine honor and my life Poore gentlewoman she is ignorant And innocent of all his practises If any euill by him be practised Bish. If my Lord Warden nay then I charge you That all the cinque Ports whereof you are chiefe Be laid forthwith that he escape vs not Shew him his highnesse warrant M. Shrieue L. War I am sorie for the noble gentleman Enter Old-castle Harp Bish. Peace he comes here now do your office Old-castle Harpoole what businesse haue we here in hand VVhat makes the Bishop and the Sheriffe here I feare my comming home is dangerous I would I had not made such haste to Cobham Harp Be of good cheere my Lord if they be foes wee le scramble shrewdly with them if they be friends they are welcome one of them my Lord Warden is your friend but me thinkes my ladie weepes I like not that Croo. Sir Iohn Old-castle Lord Cobham in the Kings maiesties name I arrest ye of high treason Oldca. Treason M. Croomes Harp Treason M. Shrieue sbloud what treason Oldca. Harpoole I charge thee stirre not but be quiet still Do ye arrest me M. Shrieue for treason Bish. Yea of high treason traitor heretike Oldca. Defiance in his face that calls me so I am as true a loyall gentleman Vnto his highnesse as my prowdest enemie The King shall witnesse my late faithfull seruice For safety of his sacred maiestie Bish. VVhat thou art the kings hand shall testifie She wt him Lord Warden Old Iesu defend me Is 't possible your cunning could so temper The princely disposition of his mind To signe the damage of a royall subiect Well the best is it beares an ancedate Procured by my absence and your malice But I since that haue shewd my selfe as true As any churchman that dare challenge me Let me be brought before his maiestie If he acquite me not then do your worst Bish. We are not bound to do kind offices For any traitor schismatike nor heretike The kings hand is our warrant for our worke Who is departed on his way for France And at Southhampton doth repose this night Harp O that it were the blessed will of God that thou and I were within twenty mile of it on Salisbury plaine I would lose my head if euer thou broughtst thy head hither againe aside Oldca. My Lord Warden o' th cinque Ports my Lord of Rochester ye are ioynt Commissioners fauor me so much On my expence to bring me to the king Bish. What to Southhampton Oldca. Thither my god Lord And if he do not cleere me of al guilt And all suspition of conspiracie Pawning his princely warrant for my truth I aske no fauour but extreamest torture Bring me or send me to him good my Lord Good my Lord Warden M Shrieue entreate Here the Lord Warden and Cromer vncouer to the Bishop and secretly whispers with him Come hither lady nay sweet wife forbeare To heape one sorrow on anothers necke T is griefe enough falsly to be accusde And not permitted to acquite my selfe Do not thou with thy kind respectiue teares Torment thy husbands heart that bleedes for thee But be of comfort God hath help in store For those that put assured trust in him Deere wife if they commit me to the Tower Come vp to London to your sisters house That being neere me you may comfort me One solace find I setled in my soule That I am free from treasons very thought Only my conscience for the Gospels sake Is cause of all the troubles I sustaine Lady O my deere Lord what shall betide of vs You to the Tower and I turnd out of doores Our substance ceaz'd vnto his highnesse vse Euen to the garments longing to our backes Harp Patience good madame things at worst will mend And if they doe not yet our liues may end Bish. Vrge it no more for if an Angell spake I sweare by sweet saint Peters blessed keyes First goes he to the Tower then to the stake Crom. But by your leaue

this warrant doth not stretch To imprison her Bishop No turne her out of doores L. Warden and Oldcastle whisper Euen as she is and leade him to the Tower With guard enough for feare of rescuing Lady O God requite thee thou bloud-thirsty man Oldca. May it not be my Lord of Rochester Wherein haue I incurd your hate so farre That my appeale vnto the King 's denide Bish. No hate of mine but power of holy church Forbids all fauor to false heretikes Oldca. Your priuate malice more than publike power Strikes most at me but with my life it ends Harp O that I had the Bishop in that feare aside That once I had his Sumner by our selues Crom. My Lord yet graunt one sute vnto vs all That this same auncient seruing man may waite Vpon my lord his master in the Tower Bish. This old iniquitie this heretike That in contempt of our church discipline Compeld my Sumner to deuoure his processet Old Ruffian past-grace vp start schismatike Had not the King prayd vs to pardon ye Ye had fryed for it ye grizild heretike Harp Sbloud my lord Bishop ye do me wrong I am neither heretike nor puritane but of the old church I le sweare drinke ale kisse a wench go to masse eate fish all Lent and fast fridaies with cakes and wine fruite and spicerie shriue me of my old sinnes afore Easter and beginne new afore whitsontide Crom. A merie mad conceited knaue my lord Harp That knaue was simply put vpon the Bishop Bish. VVel God forgiue him and I pardon him Let him attend his master in the Tower For I in charity wish his soule no hurt Oldca God blesse my soule from such cold charitie Bish. Tooth Tower with him and when my leisure serues I will examine him of Articles Looke my lord Warden as you haue in charge The Shriue performe his office L. Ward Yes my lord Enter the Sumner with bookes Bish. VVhat bringst thou there what bookes of heresie Som. Yea my lord here 's not a latine booke No not so much as our ladies Psalter Here 's the Bible the testament the Psalmes in meter The sickemans salue the treasure of gladnesse And al in English not so much but the Almanack's English Bish. Away with them to 'th fire with them Clun Now fie vpon these vpstart heretikes Al English burne them burne them quickly Clun Harp But doe not Sumner as voule answere it for I haue there English bookes my lord that I le not part with for your Bishoppricke Beuis of Hampton Owleglasse the Frier and the Boy Ellen of Rumming Robin hood and other such godly stories which if ye burne by this flesh I le make ye drink their ashes in S. Margets ale exeunt Enter the Bishop of Rochester with his men in liuerie coates 1. Ser. Is it your honors pleasure we shal stay Or come backe in the afternoone to fetch you Bish. Now you haue brought me heere into the Tower You may go backe vnto the Porters Lodge And send for drinke or such things as you want Where if I haue occasion to imploy you I le send some officer to cal you to me Into the cittie go not I commaund you Perhaps I may haue present neede to vse you 2 We will attend your worship here without Bish. Do so I pray you 3 Come we may haue a quart of wine at the Rose at Barking I warrant you and come backe an hower before he be ready to go 1 We must hie vs then 3 Let 's away exeunt Bish. Ho M. Lieftenant Lieften. Who calls there Bish. A friend of yours Lieften. My lord of Rochester your honor 's welcome Bish. Sir here 's my warrant from the Counsell For conference with sir Iohn Old-castle Vpon some matter of great consequence Lieften. Ho sir Iohn Harp Who calls there Lieften. Harpoole tel Sir Iohn that my lord of Rochester comes from the counsell to conferre with him Harp I will sir Lief. I thinke you may as safe without suspition As any man in England as I heare For it was you most labor'd his commitment Bish. I did sir and nothing repent it I assure you Enter sir Iohn Old-castle M. Lieftenant I pray you giue vs leaue I must conferre here with sir Iohn a little Lief. With all my heart my lord Harp aside My lord be rulde by me take this occasion while t is offered and on my life your lordship shal escape Old-ca. No more I say peace lest he should suspect it Bish. Sir Iohn I am come vnto you from the lords of his highnesse most honorable counsell to know if yet you do recant your errors conforming you vnto the holy church Old-ca. My lord of Rochester on good aduise I see my error but yet vnderstand me I meane not error in the faith I hold But error in submitting to your pleasure Therefore your lordship without more to do Must be a meanes to help me to escape Bish. What meanes thou heretike Darst thou but lift thy hand against my calling sir Iohn No not to hurt yon for a thousand pound Harp Nothing but to borrow your vpper garments a little not a word more for if you do you die peace for waking the children there put them on dispatch my lord the window that goes out into the leads is sure enough I told you that before there make you ready I le conuay him after and bind him surely in the inner roome Old-ca. This is wel begun God send vs happie speed Hard shift you see men make in time of need Harpoole Harp Heere my Lord come come away Enter seruing men againe 1 I maruell that my lord should stay so long 2 He hath sent to seeke vs I dare lay my life 3 We come in good time see where he is comming Harp I beseech you good my lord of Rochester be fauorable to my lord and maister Old-ca. The inner roomes be very hot and close I do not like this ayre here in the Tower Harp His case is hard my lord you shall safely get out of the Tower but I will downe vpon them in which time get you away Old-ca. Fellow thou troublest me Harp Heare me my Lord hard vnder Islington wait you my comming I will bring my Lady ready with horses to conuay you hence Old-ca. Fellow go back againe vnto thy Lord and counsell him Harp Nay my good lord of Rochester I le bring you to S. Albons through the woods I warrant you Old-ca. Villaine away Harp Nay since I am past the Towers libertie thou part'st not so be drawes Bish. Clubbes clubs clubs 1 Murther murther murther 2 Downe with him they fight 3 A villaine traitor Harp You cowardly rogues sir Iohn escapes Enter Lieftenant and his men Lieft. Who is so bold as dare to draw a sword So neare vnto the entrance of the Tower 1 This ruffian seruant to sir Iohn Old-castle was like to haue slaine my Lord Lieft. Lay hold on him Harp Stand off if you loue your puddings