The History of Sir John Oldcastle (Folio 3, 1664)
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the good Lord Cobham.
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¶till he be a Knight? No, I shall be knighted to morrow,
¶and then they shall on: Sirs, was it ever read in the
¶Church book of Dunstable, that ever Malt-man was made
¶Knight?
1275Tom. No but you are more: you are Meal-man, Malt-
¶man, Miller, Corn-Master and all.
¶Dick. Yea, and half a Brewer too, and the devil and
¶all for wealth: you bring more money with you, then all
¶the rest.
¶upon Hob, Hodge upon Ball, Raph upon Sorel, and Ro-
¶bin upon the fore-horse.
¶
Enter Acton, Bourn, and Beverley.
1285Tom. Stand, who comes there?
¶Act. All friends, good fellow.
¶Mur. Friends and fellows indeed, Sir Roger.
¶To keep your day, and come so well prepar'd.
1290Your Cart stands yonder, guarded by your men,
¶Who tell me it is loaden well with Coin,
¶What summe is there?
1295against I be Knighted.
¶Some here with us in Hygate, some at Finchley,
1300Totnam, Enfield, Edmunton, Newington,
¶Some nearer Thames, Ratcliff, Blackwall, and Bow :
¶Which ere the Sun to morrow shine,
1305Will be near fifty thousand in the field.
¶Mur. Marry God dild ye dainty my dear, but upon
¶occasion Sir Roger Acton, doth not the King know of it,
¶and gather his power against us?
1310Mur. What do the Clergy?
¶Act. Fear extreamly, yet prepare no force.
¶Mur. In and out, to and fro, bully my boykin, we
¶when I am Knighted, we'll take the King napping, if he
1315stand on their part.
¶To be in Ficket field by break of day,
¶And there expect our General.
¶Sir Roger Acton may supply his place.
¶Bev. He that hath power to be our General.
1325Act. Talk not of trifles, come let's away,
¶Our friends of London long till it be day.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Priest and Doll.
¶Doll. By my troth, thou art as jealous a man as lives.
1330my Goods, my Jewels, my Wealth, my purse, none walks
¶within forty miles of London, but a plies thee as truly, as
¶the Parish does the poor mans box.
¶and thou know'st well enough, I was in as good doing,
1335when I came to thee, as any wench need to be: and
¶not be kept as I ha bin, that I will not.
¶Priest. Doll, if this blade hold, there's not a Pedler
1340wares, as with thy ready mony in a merchants shop,
¶we'll have as good silver as the King coins any.
¶from the Courtier?
¶Priest. 'Tis gone Doll, 'tis flown; merrily come, mer-
¶we'll have as good meat as mony can get, and as good
¶gowns as can be bought for gold, be merry wench, the
¶Malt-man comes on Monday.
¶Doll. You might have left me at Cobham, untill you
1350had been better provided for.
¶Ruffian is not for the Priest: I do not like a new Cleark
¶should come in the old Bel-fry.
¶here at Cray,
and the next sheep that comes shall leave
¶behind his fleece.
Exeunt.
¶
Enter the King, Suffolk, and Butler.
¶As can be gathered up by any means.
¶Make speedy randevouze in Tuttle fields,
¶It must be done this evening my Lord,
¶This night the Rebels mean to draw to head
¶Their power is almost thought invincible,
¶Away my Lord, I will be with you soon.
¶Command the Maior and Sheriffs on their allegeance,
¶Command the Postern by the Tower be kept,
¶And Proclamation on the pain of death,
¶That not a Citizen stir from his doors,
¶Butler away, have care unto my charge.
¶But. I go, my Soveraigne.
¶King. Butler.
1385But. My Lord.
¶Kin. Go down by Greenwitch, and command a boat,
¶At the Friars Bridge attend my coming down.
¶King. It's time I think to look unto Rebellion,
1390When Acton doth expect unto his aid,
¶
Enter Priest.
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Pri. Stand
