477Many on both sides hurt: and for an hour

478The broil by no means could be pacified,

479Untill the Judges rising from the bench,

480Were in their persons forc'd to part the fray.

481Cob. I hope no man was violently slain.

482Pow. Faith none I trust, but the Lord Herberts self,

483Who is in truth so dangerously hurt,

484As it is doubted he can hardly scape.

485Cob. I am sorry, my good Lord, of these ill news.

486Pow. This is the cause that drives me into Kent,

487To shrowd my self with you so good a friend,

488Untill I hear how things do speed at home.

489Cob. Your Lordship is most welcome unto Cobham:

490But I am very sorry, my good Lord,

491My name was brought in question in this matter,

492Considering I have many enemies,

493That threaten malice, and do lye in wait

494To take the vantage of the smallest thing.

495But you are welcome, and repose your Lordship,

496And keep your self here secret in my house,

497Untill we hear how the Lord Herbert speeds:

499Here comes my man: sirrah, what news?

500Har. Yonder's one M. Butler of the privie Chamber,

501is sent unto you from the King.

502Pow. Pray God the Lord Herbert be not dead, and

503the King hearing whether I am gone, hath sent for me.

504Cob. Comfort your self, my Lord, I warrant you,

505Har. Fellow, what ayls thee? do'st thou quake? do'st

506thou shake? do'st thou tremble? ha?

507Cob. Peace, you old fool: sirrah, convey this Gentleman

508in the back way, and bring the other into the walk.

509Har. Come, sir, y'are welcome, if you love my Lord.

511Cob. I thought as much, that it would not be long before

512I heard of something from the King, about this matter.

514Har. Sir, yonder my Lord walks, you see him;

515I'le have your men into the seller the while.

516Cob. Welcome, good M. Butler.

517But.Thanks, my good Lord: his Majesty doth com-

518mend his love unto your Lordship, and wills you to repair

519unto the Court.

520Cob. God bless his Highness, and counfound his ene-

521mies, I hope his Majestie is well?

522But. In good health, my Lord.

523Cob. God long continue it: me thinks you look as

524though you were not well, what ayle ye, sir?

525But. Faith I have had a foolish odde mischance, that

526angers me: coming over Shooters hill, there came one

527to me like a Sailor, and askt me money; and whilst I

528staid my horse to draw my purse, he takes th'advantage

529of a little bank, and leaps behind me, whips my purse a-

530way, and with a sudden jerk, I know not how, threw me

531at least three yards out of my saddle; I never was so rob'd

532in all my life.

533Cob. I am very sorry, sir, for your mischance; we will

534send our warrant forth, to stay such suspitious persons

535as shall be found, they M. Butler we'll attend you.

536But. I humbly thank your Lordship, I will att

end you.

538Sum. I have the Law to warrant what I do, and though

539the Lord Cobham be a Nobleman, that dispenses not with

540Law, I dare serve a Process were he five Noble men,

541though we Sumners make sometimes a mad slip in a cor-

542ner with a pretty wench, a Sumner must not go alwaies

543by seeing: a man may be content to hide his eyes where

544he may feel his profit. Well, this is Lord Cobham's house,

545if I cannot speak with him, I'le clap my citation upon's

546door, so my Lord of Rochester bad me; but me thinks

547here comes one of his men.

548Har. Welcome good fellow, welcome, who would'st

549thou speak with?

550Sum. With my Lord Cobham I would speak; if thou

551be one of his men.

552Har Yes, I am one of his men, but thou can'st not

553speak with my Lord.

554Sum. May I send to him then?

555Har. I'le tell thee that, when I know thy errand,

556Sum. I will not tell my errand to thee.

557Har. Then keep it to thy self, and walk like a knave

558as thou camest.

559Sum. I'tell thee, my Lord keeps no knaves, sirrah.

560Har. Then thou servest him not, I believe. What

561Lord is thy Master?

562Sum. My Lord of Rochester.

563Har. In good time: and what would'st thou have

564with my Lord Cobham?

565Sum. I come by vertue of a Process, to scite him to

566appear before my Lord in the Court at Rochester.

567Har. aside. Well, God grant me patience, I could eat

568this Counger. My Lord is not at home, therefore it

569were good Sumner, you carried your Process back.

570Sum. Why, if he will not be spoken withall, then will

571I leave it here, and see that he take knowledge of it.

572Hnr. Zounds you slave, do you set up your bills here;

573go too, take it down again. Do'st thou know what thou

574do'st? Do'st thou know on whom thou servest a Process?

575Sum. Yes marry do I, on Sir John Oldcastle, Lord

576Cobham.

577Har.I am glad thou knowest him yet; and sirrah,

578do'st not know that the Lord Cobham is a brave Lord,

579that keeps good Beef and Beer in his house, and every

580day feeds a hundred poor people at's Gate, and keeps a

581hundred tall fellows?

582Sum. What's that to my Process?

583Har. Marry this, sir, is this process parchment?

584Sum. Yes marry is it.

585Har. And this Seal wax?

586Sum. It is so.

587Har. If this be parchment, and this wax, eat you this

588parchment and this wax, or I will make parchment of

589your skin, and beat your brains into wax. Sirrah, Sumner,

590dispatch, devour sirrah, devour.

591Sum. I am my Lord of Rochester's Sumner, I came to

592to do my office, and thou shalt answer it.

593Har.Sirrah, no railing; but betake your self to your

594teeth, thou shalt eat no worse then thou bring'st with thee,

595thou bring'st it for my Lord, and wilt thou bring my

596Lord worse then thou wilt eat thy self?

597Sum. Sir, I brought it not my Lord to eat.

598Har. O do you sir me now; all's one for that, I'le

599make you eat it, for bringing it.

600Sum. I cannot eat it.

601Har. Can you not? sbloud I'le beat you till you have

603Sum. O hold, hold, good M. Servingman, I will eat it.

604Har. Be champing, be chawing, sir, or I'le chaw you,

605you rogue, the purest of the honey.

606Sum. Tough wax is the purest hony.