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some suit in law for; and as they go up & down to London;
sometimes they lie at my house。

HARPOOLE。
What; is he here in thy house now?

ALE MAN。
She is; sir。  I promise you; sir; he is a quiet man; and because
he will not trouble too many rooms; he makes the woman lie
every night at his bed's feet。

HARPOOLE。
Bring her forth!  Constable; bring her forth! let's see her; let's
see her。

ALE MAN。
Dorothy; you must come down to Master Constable。


DOLL。
Anon; forsooth。

'She enters。'

HARPOOLE。
Welcome; sweet lass; welcome。

DOLL。
I thank you; good Master serving…man; and master
Constable also。

HARPOOLE。
A plump girl by the mass; a plump girl!  Ha; Doll; ha!
Wilt thou forsake the priest; and go with me?

CONSTABLE。
A! well said; Master Harpoole; you are a merry old man;
yfaith。  Yfaith; you will never be old。  Now; by the mack;
a pretty wench indeed!

HARPOOLE。
Ye old mad merry Constable; art thou advised of that。  Ha;
well said; Doll! fill some ale here。

DOLL。
'Aside。'  Oh; if I wist this old priest would not stick to me;
by Jove; I would ingle this old serving…man。

HARPOOLE。
Oh you old mad colt! yfaith; I'll feak you! fill all the pots in
the house there。

CONSTABLE。
Oh; well said; Master Harpoole! you are heart of oak when
all's done。

HARPOOLE。
Ha; Doll; thou hast a sweet pair of lips; by the mass。

DOLL。
Truly you are a most sweet old man; as ever I saw; by my
troth; you have a face; able to make any woman in love with you。

HARPOOLE。
Fill; sweet Doll; I'll drink to thee。

DOLL。
'I pledge you; sir; and thank you therefore;
And I pray you let it come。'

HARPOOLE。
'Embracing her。'  Doll; canst thou love me?  A mad merry
lass! would to God I had never seen thee!

DOLL。
I warrant you; you will not out of my thoughts this
twelvemonth; truly you are as full of favour; as a man may be。 
Ah; these sweet grey locks! by my troth; they are most lovely。

CONSTABLE。
God boores; master Harpoole; I will have one buss too。

HARPOOLE。
No licking for you; Constable! hand off; hand off!

CONSTABLE。
Bur lady; I love kissing as well as you。

DOLL。
Oh; you are an odd boy; you have a wanton eye of your own!
ah; you sweet sugar lipped wanton; you will win as many 
women's hearts as come in your company。

'Enter Priest。'

WROTHAM。
Doll; come hither。

HARPOOLE。
Priest; she shall not。

DOLL。
I'll come anon; sweet love。

WROTHAM。
Hand off; old fornicator。

HARPOOLE。
Vicar; I'll sit here in spite of thee。  Is this fit stuff for a priest to
carry up and down with him?


WROTHAM。
Ah; sirra; dost thou not know that a good fellow parson may
have a chapel of ease; where his parish Church is far off?

HARPOOLE。
You whoreson stoned Vicar!

WROTHAM。
You old stale ruffin! you lion of Cotswold!

HARPOOLE。
Swounds; Vicar; I'll geld you!

'Flies upon him。'

CONSTABLE。
Keep the King's peace!

DOLL。
Murder! murder! murder!

ALE MAN。
Hold! as you are men; hold! for God's sake be quiet!  Put up
your weapons; you draw not in my house。

HARPOOLE。
You whoreson bawdy priest!

WROTHAM。
You old mutton monger!

CONSTABLE。
Hold; sir John; hold!

DOLL。
'To the Priest。'  I pray thee; sweet hear; be quiet。  I was but
sitting to drink a pot of ale with him; even as kind a man as
ever I met with。

HARPOOLE。
Thou art a thief; I warrant thee。

WROTHAM。
Then I am but as thou hast been in thy days。  Let's not be
ashamed of our trade; the King has been a thief himself。


DOLL。
Come; be quiet。  Hast thou sped?

WROTHAM。
I have; wench:  here be crowns; yfaith。

DOLL。
Come; let's be all friends then。

CONSTABLE。
Well said; mistress Dorothy; yfaith。

HARPOOLE。
Thou art the maddest priest that ever I met with。

WROTHAM。
Give me thy hand; thou art as good a fellow。  I am a
singer; a drinker; a bencher; a wencher!  I can say a
mass; and kiss a lass!  Faith; I have a parsonage; and 
because I would not be at too much charges; this wench
serves me for a sexton。

HARPOOLE。
Well said; mad priest; we'll in and be friends。

'Exeunt。'


ACT II。 SCENE II。 London。  A room in the Axe Inn;
without Bishop…gate。

'Enter sir Roger Acton; master Bourne; master Beverly;
and William Murley the brewer of Dunstable。'

ACTON。
Now; master Murley; I am well assured
You know our arrant; and do like the cause;
Being a man affected as we are。

MURLEY。
Mary; God dild ye; dainty my dear! no master; good sir
Roger Acton Knight; master Bourne; and master Beverly
esquires; gentlemen; and justices of the peaceno master I; 
but plain William Murley; the brewer of Dunstable; your 
honest neighbour; and your friend; if ye be men of my
profession。

BEVERLY。
Professed friends to Wickliffe; foes to Rome。

MURLEY。
Hold by me; lad; lean upon that staff; good master
Beverly:  all of a house。  Say your mind; say your mind。

ACTON。
You know our faction now is grown so great;
Throughout the realm; that it begins to smoke
Into the Clergy's eyes; and the King's ear。
High time it is that we were drawn to head;
Our general and officers appointed;
And wars; ye wot; will ask great store of coin。
Able to strength our action with your purse;
You are elected for a colonel
Over a regiment of fifteen bands。

MURLEY。
Fue; paltry; paltry! in and out; to and fro! be it more or
less; upon occasion。  Lord have mercy upon us; what a
world is this!  Sir Roger Acton; I am but a Dunstable
man; a plain brewer; ye know:  will lusty Cavaliering 
captains; gentlemen; come at my calling; go at my
bidding?  Dainty my dear; they'll do a god of wax; a
horse or cheese; a prick and a pudding。  No; no; ye 
must appoint some lord; or knight at least; to that place。

BOURNE。
Why; master Murley; you shall be a Knight:
Were you not in election to be shrieve?
Have ye not past all offices but that?
Have ye not wealth to make your wife a lady?
I warrant you; my lord; our General
Bestows that honor on you at first sight。

MURLEY。
Mary; God dild ye; dainty my dear!
But tell me; who shall be our General?
Where's the lord Cobham; sir John Old…castle;
That noble alms…giver; housekeeper; virtuous;
 Religious gentleman?  Come to me there; boys;
Come to me there!

ACTON。
Why; who but he shall be our General?

MURLEY。
And shall he knight me; and make me colonel?

ACTON。
My word for that:  sir William Murley; knight。

MURLEY。
Fellow sir Roger Acton; knight; all fellowsI mean
in armshow strong are we? how many partners?  Our
enemies beside the King are might:  be it more or less
upon occasion; reckon our force。

ACTON。
There are of us; our friends; and followers;
Three thousand and three hundred at the least;
Of northern lads four thousand; beside horse;
》From Kent there comes with sir John Old…castle
Seven thousand; then from London issue out;
Of masters; servants; strangers; prentices;
Forty odd thousands into Ficket field;
Where we appoint our special rendezvous。

MURLEY。
Fue; paltry; paltry; in and out; to and fro!  Lord have
mercy upon us; what a world is this!  Where's that
Ficket field; sir Roger?

ACTON。
Behind saint Giles in the field near Holborne。

MURLEY。
Newgate; up Holborne; S。 Giles in the field; and to
Tiborne: an old saw。  For the day; for the day?

ACTON。
On Friday next; the fourteenth day of January。

MURLEY。
Tyllie vallie; trust me never if I have any liking of that
day! fue; paltry; paltry! Friday; quoth a!  Dismal day! 
Childermass day this year was Friday。

BEVERLY。
Nay; master Murley; if you observe the days;
We make some question of your constancy。
All days are like to men resolved in right。

MURLEY。
Say Amen; and say no more; but say; and hold; 
master Beverly:  Friday next; and Ficket field;
and William Murley; and his merry men shall be 
all one。  I have half a score jades that draw my
beer carts;
And every jade shall bear a knave;
And every knave shall wear a jack;
And every jack shall have a skull;
And every skull shall shew a spear;
And every spear shall kill a foe
At Ficket field; at Ficket field。
John and Tom; and Dick and Hodge;
And Rafe and Robin; William & George;
And all my knaves shall fight like men;
At Ficket field on Friday next。

BOURNE

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