The History of Sir John Oldcastle (Folio 3, 1664)
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The History of Sir John Oldcastle,
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¶hempen sheets were nere layn in: come.
Exeunt.
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Enter Constable, Mayor, and Watch.
¶Or if he came this way, he's past the Town,
¶Con. The privy watch hath been abroad all night,
¶And not a stranger lodgeth in the Town
¶We found in bed with a pretty wench,
¶But we have charg'd the host with his forth coming
¶To morrow morning.
¶beyond the hrigde, and a little Inne where Carriers use
¶to lodge, although I think surely he would nere lodge
¶man, that had done a murther, whom we are to make
¶search for.
¶
A noise within._
¶Keep, keep, strike him down there, down with him.
¶
Enter Constable with the Irishman in Harpool's apparel.
¶Con. Come you villanous heretick, tell us where your
2220Master is.
¶not serve your turn.
¶that lately escaped out of the Tower?
¶Irish. Vat Lort Cobham?
2230retick is. Come bind him fast.
¶Irish. Ahone, ahone, ahone, a Cree.
Exeunt._
¶
Lord Cobham comes out stealing in his gown.
¶what Harpool?
¶Har. within. Who calls there?
¶my apparel, and has left me nothing but a lowsie mantle,
¶and a pair of broags. Get up, get up, and if the Carrier
¶and his wench be asleep, change you with him as he hath
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Noise heard about the house a pretty while, then enter
¶murther, by all tokens this is he.
2255a man this last night by the high way.
¶Irish-man?
¶Lay hold upon him.
¶
Enter Lord Cobham and his Lady, in the Carrier
¶and wenches apparel.
¶Good morrow, good morrow, come wench, come;
2265Saddle, saddle, now afore God two fair dayes, ha?
¶Con. Who goes there?
¶Cob. What, will no body ope the gates here?
¶Come, let's int'stable to look to our Capons.
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The Carrier calling.
¶Zwooks here's such a bomination company of Boyes:
2275Ost. Who calls there? what would you have?
¶Ost. A murren choak you, what a bawling you keep.
2280Host. How now? what would the Carrier have?
¶Look up there.
¶them, have stoln their clothes.
2285yester night?
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Enter Carrier and Kate in Cobham and Ladies apparel.
¶Con. Who comes here?
¶Club. Who comes here? A plague found ome, you
¶bawl quoth a, ods hat I'le forewear your house: you lodg'd
¶a fellow and his wife by us, that ha run away with our
2295parrel, and left us such gew-gaws here, come Kate, come
¶to me, thowse dizeard yfaith.
¶why neighbour Club, how comes this gear about?
2300Kate. Now a foule on't, I cannot make this gew-gaw
¶stand on my head.
¶Con. How came this man and woman thus attired?
2305all in one chamber by these folks: me thinks have been
¶so bold to change apparel, and gone away this morning
¶ere they rose.
¶us: make hue and cry after him, keep fast that traiterous
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Kate. Ifaith
