1224Mur. Come my hearts of flint, modestly, decently,

1225soberly, and handsomly; no man afore his Leader: fol-

1226low your Master, your Captain, your Knight that shall-

1227be, for the honour of Meal-men, Millers, and Malt-men,

1228dun is the mouse: Dick and Tom for the credit of Dun-

1229stable, ding down the Enemy to morrow. Ye shall not

1230come into the field like beggars. Where be Leonard and

1231Lawrence my two Loaders? Lord have mercy upon us,

1232what a world is this? I would give a couple of shillings

1233for a dozen of good Feathers for ye, and fourty pence for

1234as many Scarffes to set ye out withall. Frost and snow,

1235a man has no heart to fight till he be brave.

1236Dick. Master, we are no babes, our town foot-balls

1237can bear witnesse: this little parrel we have shall off, and

1238we'll fight naked before we run away.

1239Tom. Nay, I'me of Lawrence mind for that, for he

1240means to leave his life behind him, he and Leonard, your

1241two Loaders are making their Wills because they have

1242wives, now we Batchellors bid our friends scramble for

1243our goods if we dye: but Master, pray let me ride upon Cut.

1244Mur. Meal and salt, wheat and Malt, fire and tow,

1245frost and snow, why Tom thou shalt. Let me see, here

1246are you, William and George are with my Cart, and Ro-

1247bin and Hodge holding my own two Horses; proper

1248men, handsome men, tall men, true men.

1249Dick. But Master, Master, me thinks you are mad

1250to hazard your own person, and a cart-load of money too.

1251Tom. Yea, and Master there's a worse matter in't; if

1252it be as I heard say, we go fight against all the learned

1253Bishops, that shauld give us their blessing, and if they

1254curse us, we shall speed nere the better.

1255Dick. Nay birlady, some say the King takes their part,

1256and Master dare you fight against the King.

1257Mur. Fie paltry, paltry, in and out, to and fro upon

1258occasion, if the King be so unwise to come there, we'll

1259fight with him too.

1260Tom. What if ye should kill the King?

1261Mur. Then we'll make another.

1262Dick. Is that all? do ye not speak Treason?

1263Mur. If we do, who dare trip us? We come to fight for

1264our conscience, and for honour: little know you what is in

1265my bosome, look here mad knaves, a pair of gilt Spurres.

1266Tom. A pair of golden spurs? why do you not put

1267them on your heels? your bosome's no place for spurs.

1268Mur. Be't more or lesse upon occasion, Lord have

1269mercy upon us, Tom th'art a fool, and thou speak'st trea-

1270son to Knight-hood: dare any wear gold or silver spurrs

1271till he be a Knight? No, I shall be knighted to morrow,

1272and then they shall on: Sirs, was it ever read in the

1273Church book of Dunstable, that ever Malt-man was made

1274Knight?

1275Tom. No but you are more: you are Meal-man, Malt-

1276man, Miller, Corn-Master and all.

1277Dick. Yea, and half a Brewer too, and the devil and

1278all for wealth: you bring more money with you, then all

1279the rest.

1280Mur. The more's my honour, I shall be a Knight to

1281morrow. Let me spose my men, Tom upon Cut, Dick

1282upon Hob, Hodge upon Ball, Raph upon Sorel, and Ro-

1283bin upon the fore-horse.

1285Tom. Stand, who comes there?

1286Act. All friends, good fellow.

1287Mur. Friends and fellows indeed, Sir Roger.

1288Act. Why thus you shew your self a Gentleman,

1289To keep your day, and come so well prepar'd.

1290Your Cart stands yonder, guarded by your men,

1291Who tell me it is loaden well with Coin,

1292What summe is there?

1293Mur. Ten thousand pound, Sir Roger, and modestly,

1294decently, soberly, and handsomely, see what I have here

1295against I be Knighted.

1296Act. Gilt spurrs? 'Tis well.

1297Mur. Where's our Army, sir?

1298Act. Disperst in sundry villages about;

1299Some here with us in Hygate, some at Finchley,

1300Totnam, Enfield, Edmunton, Newington,

1301Islington, Hogsdone, Pancredge, Kenzington,

1302Some nearer Thames, Ratcliff, Blackwall, and Bow :

1303But our chief strength must be the Londoners,

1304Which ere the Sun to morrow shine,

1305Will be near fifty thousand in the field.

1306Mur. Marry God dild ye dainty my dear, but upon

1307occasion Sir Roger Acton, doth not the King know of it,

1308and gather his power against us?

1309Act. No, he's secure at Eltham.

1310Mur. What do the Clergy?

1311Act. Fear extreamly, yet prepare no force.

1312Mur. In and out, to and fro, bully my boykin, we

1313shall carry the world afore us, I vow by my worship,

1314when I am Knighted, we'll take the King napping, if he

1315stand on their part.

1316Act. This night we few in Hygate will repose,

1317With the first Cock we'll rise and arme our selves,

1318To be in Ficket field by break of day,

1319And there expect our General.

1320Mur. Sir John Oldcastle, what if he come not?

1321Bour. Yet our action stands,

1322Sir Roger Acton may supply his place.

1323Mur. True M. Bourn, but who shall make me Knight?

1324Bev. He that hath power to be our General.

1325Act. Talk not of trifles, come let's away,