The History of Sir John Oldcastle (Folio 3, 1664)
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The History of Sir John Oldcastle,
¶M. Mayor of Hereford M. Sheriff o'th'Shire,
¶Lord Herberts peril, and his high contempt
¶See it be done with care and diligence.
¶Past all recovery.
¶To apprehend his followers that are left.
95Owen. Of us? and why? what has her done I pray you?
1001. Jud. Away with them.
¶Davy. Harg you my Lord.
¶Davy. Ice live and tye in good quarrel.
¶Lord Shudge, I wool give you pale, good surety.
¶Davy. Her Cozen ap Rice, ap Evan, ap Morice, ap
¶Morgan, ap Lluellyn, ap Madoc, ap Meredith, ap Griffin,
110ap Davy, ap Owen, ap Shinken Shones.
¶1. Jud. To Jayl with them, & the Lord Herberts men,
Exeunt.
115Riotous, audacious, and unruly Grooms,
¶Must we be forced to come from the Bench,
¶To quiet brawls, which every Constable
120Sher. About Religion as I heard, my Lord.
¶Affirming Wickliffs Doctrine to be true,
¶And Romes erroneus: hot reply was made
¶By the Lord Herbert, they were Traitors all
¶They were as true, as noble, and as wise
¶As he, that would defend it with their lives,
¶The Lord Cobham: Herbert replyed again,
130He, thou, and all are Traitors that so hold.
¶The lye was given, the several Factions drawn,
¶And 'tis dangerous to the State and Common-wealth.
135Gentlemen, Justices, M. Mayor, and M. Sheriff,
¶It doth behoove us all, and each of us
¶In general and particular, to have care
140For the Kings preparation into France.
¶We hear of secret Conventicles made,
¶Which may break out into rebellious armes
¶When the King's gone, perchance before he go:
145Note as an instance, this one perillous fray,
¶What factions might have grown on either part,
¶To the destruction of the King and Realme:
¶Innocent of it, onely his name was us'd.
¶You Master Mayor, look to your Citizens,
¶You Master Sheriff, unto your Shire, and you
¶As Justices in every ones precinct
¶There be no meetings. When the vulgar sort
155Sit on their Ale-bench, with their cups and cans,
¶Matters of State be not their common talk,
¶Nor pure Religion by their lips prophan'd.
¶Let us return unto the Bench again,
¶And there examine further of this fray.
160
Enter a Bailiff and a Serjeant.
¶Bail. No, nor heard of him.
¶Ser. No, he's gone far enough.
165
Exeunt.
¶
Enter Suffolk, Bishop of Rochester, M. But-
¶ler, Sir John the Parson of Wrotham.
170Bish. My noble Lord, no more then what you know,
¶And have been oftentimes invested with:
¶Grievous complaints have past between the lips
¶Of envious persons to upbraid the Clergy,
¶Some carping at the livings which we have;
175And others spurning at the Ceremonies
¶That are of ancient custome in the Church.
¶Amongst the which, Lord Cobham is a chief:
¶What inconvenience may proceed hereof,
¶Both to the King, and to the Common-wealth,
¶Their damn'd opinion, more than Harry shall,
¶To undergo his quarrel 'gainst the French.
¶And meet in fields and solitary groves.
¶S. Joh. Was ever heard (my Lord) the like till now?
190That thieves and rebels, sbloud hereticks,
¶Plain hereticks, I'le stand to't to their teeth,
¶Should have to colour their vile practises,
¶
Enter one with a Letter.
¶One of your coat, to rap out bloudy oaths.
¶Bish. Pardon him, good my Lord, it is his zeal,
¶An honest country Prelate, who laments
¶He has not his name for nought: for like a Castle
¶We ne're shall be at quiet in the Realme.
¶Beside, two Letters brought me out of Wales,
¶Wherein my Lord Hertford writes to me,
¶What tumult and sedition was begun,
210About the Lord Cobham, at the Sizes there,
¶For they had much adoe to calme the rage,
¶And that the valiant Herbert is there slain.
¶The King anon goes to the Council Chamber,
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