The History of Sir John Oldcastle (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter servingmen again.
2055favourable to my Lord and master.
¶I do not like this air here in the Tower.
¶out of the Tower, but I will down upon them; in which
2060time get you away: Hard under Islington wait you my
¶coming, I will bring my Lady ready with horses to get
¶hence.
¶Cob. Fellow, go back again unto my Lord, and coun-
¶sel him.
¶to S. Albons through the woods I warrant you.
¶Cob. Villain away.
¶You part not so.
He drawes._
2070Bish. Clubs, clubs, clubs.
¶1. Murther, murther, murther.
¶2. Down with him.
¶
Enter Lieutenant, and his men.
¶So near unto the entrance of the Tower.
¶like to have slain my Lord.
¶Liev. Lay hold on him.
2080Har. Stand off if you love your puddings.
¶
Rochester calls within.
¶Help, help, help, Mr. Lievtenant, help.
¶Tower on my life, look in, who's that which calls?
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Enter Rochester bound.
Exit.
¶When you had left me to conferre with him,
¶And left me lying in this inner chamber,
¶And so departed, and I----
¶Did here set on you like to murther you.
¶That in the brawl the Traitor might escape.
2100Liev. Where is this Harpool?
¶2. Here he was even now.
2105It might have else been laid unto my charge,
¶That I had been consenting to the fact.
¶and cry continue through England, to find this damned,
2110dangerous heretick.
Exeunt._
