The History of Sir John Oldcastle (Folio 3, 1664)
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The History of Sir John Oldcastle,
¶But I repent and have reclaim'd my self.
¶Pri. So will I doe if you will give me time.
¶Kin.And we will grant thee that,
¶Live and repent, and prove an honest man,
¶Which when I hear, and safe return from France,
¶I'le give thee living. Till when, take thy Gold,
1670But spend it better then at Cards or Wine,
¶For better virtues fit that Coat of thine.
¶Pri. Vivat Rex, & currat Lex. My Liege, if ye have
¶quarrell.
1675
An alarum. Enter King, Suffolk, Huntington, Sir
¶Thought to have triumpht in our overthrow:
¶Attends ill actions wrongfully attempted.
¶Sir Roger Acton, thou retain'st the name
¶Than joyn with pezants, Gentry is divine,
1685But thou hast made it more then popular.
¶For in thy conscience thou art bound to us,
¶And the uncivil manners of the Turk?
¶But reformation of Religion.
1695I pray who gave you that authority?
¶Belike then we hold the Scepter up,
¶And sit within the Throne, but for a Cipher.
¶Time was, good Subjects would make known their grief,
¶And pray amendment, not enforce the same,
¶What is that other?
¶Suf. A Malt-man, my Lord,
1705King. Sirrha, what made you leave your Barley broth,
¶To come in armour thus against your King?
¶Mur. Fie, paltry, paltry, to and fro, in and out upon oc-
¶casion, what a world is this? Knighthood (my Liege)
¶'twas Knighthood brought me hither, they told me I had
1710wealth enough to make my Wife a Lady.
¶Trapt all in costly furniture, and meant
¶To wear these Spurres when you were Knighted once.
¶your heeles, about your neck they shall bewray your fol-
¶ly to the world.
1720Mur. Fie, paltry, paltry, too and fro: good my Liege,
¶a pardon, I am sorry for my fault.
¶King. That comes too late: but tell me, went there
¶none beside Sir Roger Acton, upon whom
¶You did depend to be you Governour.
¶
Enter Bishop.
¶Act. We lookt, my Lord, that he would meet us here.
1730Act. Such Letters we received forth of Kent,
¶Bish. Where is my Lord the King? health to your grace.
¶It is a generall voyce among them all,
¶That they had never come into this place,
1735But to have met their valiant Generall
¶The good Lord Cobham as they title him:
¶Whereby, my Lord, your Grace may now perceive,
¶His Treason is apparant, which before
¶He sought to colour by his flattery.
¶But for his conscience which I bear withall,
¶There had not liv'd a more true hearted Subject.
¶Bish. It is but counterfeit, my gracious Lord,
1745To set your hand unto this precept here,
¶By which we'll cause him forthwith to appear,
¶And answer this by order of the Law.
¶So now I hold Lord Cobham in my hand,
¶King. I think the Iron age begins but now,
1755Which learned Poets have so often taught,
¶Wherein there is no credit to be given
¶To either words or looks, or solemn oaths:
¶For if he were, how often hath he sworn,
¶How gently tun'd the musick of his tongue,
1760And with what amiable face beheld he me,
¶When all, God knowes, was but hypocrisie.
¶
Enter Cobham.
1765Whose heart includeth nought but treachery?
¶I hope it is but in the way of mirth.
¶But this is thy accustomed deceit.
¶To clear thy self of this Rebellion.
¶Cob. Rebellion, good my Lord, I know of none.
¶Kin. If you deny it, here is evidence,
¶Have ever I been conversant with you?
¶Or written Letters to encourage you?
1785Of this your late unnaturall Rebellion?
¶Speak, for I dare the uttermost you can.
¶Was one with whom you purposed to have met?
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Kin. Was
