The History of Sir John Oldcastle (Folio 3, 1664)
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Enter Priest and Doll.
¶Doll. By my troth, thou art as jealous a man as lives.
1330my Goods, my Jewels, my Wealth, my purse, none walks
¶within forty miles of London, but a plies thee as truly, as
¶the Parish does the poor mans box.
¶and thou know'st well enough, I was in as good doing,
1335when I came to thee, as any wench need to be: and
¶not be kept as I ha bin, that I will not.
¶Priest. Doll, if this blade hold, there's not a Pedler
1340wares, as with thy ready mony in a merchants shop,
¶we'll have as good silver as the King coins any.
¶from the Courtier?
¶Priest. 'Tis gone Doll, 'tis flown; merrily come, mer-
¶we'll have as good meat as mony can get, and as good
¶gowns as can be bought for gold, be merry wench, the
¶Malt-man comes on Monday.
¶Doll. You might have left me at Cobham, untill you
1350had been better provided for.
¶Ruffian is not for the Priest: I do not like a new Cleark
¶should come in the old Bel-fry.
¶here at Cray,
and the next sheep that comes shall leave
¶behind his fleece.
Exeunt.
