The History of Sir John Oldcastle (Folio 3, 1664)
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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.
