1144853Peter. Thumpe.

1145854Salsbury. Thumpe, then see that thou thumpe thy maister.

1145.1855Armour. Heres to thee neighbour, fill all the pots again, for be-

1147856fore we fight, looke you, I will tell you my minde, for I am come

1148857hither as it were of my mans instigation, to proue my selfe an ho-

1149858nest man, and Peter a knaue, and so haue at you Peter with down

1150859right blowes, as Beuys of South-hampton fell vpon Askapart.

1150.1860Peter. Law you now, I told you hees in his fence alreadie.

1156862Armou. Hold Peter, I confesse, Treason, treason. He dies.

1160863Peter. O God I giue thee praise. He kneeles downe.

1160.1864Pren. Ho well done Peter. God saue the King.

1162865King. Go take hence that Traitor from our sight,

1163866For by his death we do perceiue his guilt,

1164867And God in iustice hath reuealde to vs,

1165868The truth and innocence of this poore fellow,

1166869Which he had thought to haue murthered wrongfully.

1167870Come fellow, follow vs for thy reward. Exet omnis.

1175873Humph. Sirrha, whats a clocke?

1176874Seruing. Almost ten my Lord.

1177875Humph. Then is that wofull houre hard at hand,

1178876That my poore Lady should come by this way,

1179877In shamefull penance wandring in the streetes,

1181878Sweete Nell, ill can thy noble minde abrooke,

1182879The abiect people gazing on thy face,

1183880With enuious lookes laughing at thy shame,

1184881That earst did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles,

1185882When thou didst ride in tryumph through the streetes.

1190.3888Seruing. My gratious Lord, see where my Lady comes,

1191889Please it your grace, weele take her from the Sheriffes?

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