753Acton. Now M. Murley, I am well assur'd

754You know our errant, and do like the cause?

755Being a man affected as we are?

756Mur. Marry God dild ye dainty my dear: No Ma-

757ster, good Sir Roger Acton, M. Bourn, and M. Beverley,

758Gentlemen and Justices of the Peace, no Master, I, but

759plain William Murley the Brewer of Dunstable, your

760honest neighbour and your friend, if ye be men of my

761profession.

762Bev. Professed friends to Wickliff; foes to Rome.

763Mur. Hold by me, Lad, lean upon that staff, good

764Master Beverley, all of a house, say your mind, say your

765mind.

766Acton. You know our faction now is grown so great

767Throughout the Realm, that it begins to smoak

768Into the Clergies eyes, and the King's ears,

769High time it is that we were drawn to head,

770Our General and Officers appointed.

771And warrs ye wot, will ask great store of coyn,

772Able to strength our action with your purse,

773You are elected for a Colonel

774Over a Regiment of fifteen Bands.

775Mur. Fue, paltry, paltry, in and out, to and fro, be

776it more or lesse upon occasion, Lord have mercy upon us,

777what a world is this? Sir Roger Acton, I am but a Dun-

778stable man, a plain Brewer, ye know: will lusty cave-

779liering Captains (Gentlemen) come at my calling, go

780at my bidding? Dainty my deer, they'll do a dog of wax,

781a horse of cheese, a prick and a pudding; no, no, ye must

782appoint some Lord or Knight at least, to that place.

783Bour. Why, Master Murley, you shall be a Knight:

784Were you not in election to be Sheriff?

785Have ye not past all Offices but that?

786Have ye not wealth to make your wife a Lady?

787I warrant you, my Lord, our General

788Bestows that honour on you, at first sight.

789Mur. Marry God dild ye dainty my dear:

790But tell me, who shall be our General?

791Where's the Lord Cobham, Sir John Old-castle

792That noble almse-giver, house-keeper, vertuous,

793Religious Gentleman? Come to me there boyes,

794Come to me there.

795Acton. Why who but he shall be our General?

796Mur. And shall he Knight me, and make me Colonel?

797Act.My word for that, Sir William Murley Knight.

798Mur. Fellow Sir Roger Acton Knight, all fellows I

799mean in armes, how strong are we? how many partners?

800Our enemies beside the King are mighty, be it more or

801lesse upon occasion, reckon our force.

802Act. There are of us our friends and followers,

803Three thousand and three hundred at the least:

804Of Northern lads four thousand, beside horse,

805From Kent there comes with Sir John Old-castle

806Seven thousand: then from London issue out,

807Of Masters, servants, strangers, prentises,

808Forty odde thousands into Ficket field,

809Where we appoint our special Randevouze.

810Mur. Fue, paltry, paltry, in and out, to and fro,

811Lord have mercy upon us, what a world is this? Where's

812that Ficket field, Sir Roger.

813Act. Behind S. Giles in the field, near Holborn.

814Mur. Newgate, up Holborn, S. Giles in the field,

815and to Tyburn, an old saw. For the day, for the day?

816Act. On Friday next, the fourteenth day of January.

817Mur. Tilly vally, trust me never If I have any liking

818of that day. Fue, paltry, paltry, Friday quoth a, dismal

819day, Childermas day this year was Friday.

820Bev. Nay M. Murley, if you observe such dayes,

821We make some question of your constancie,

822All dayes are alike to men resolv'd in right.

823Mur. Say Amen, and say no more, but say and hold

824Master Beverley: Friday next, and Ficket field, and

825William Murley and his merry men shall be all one: I

826have halfe a score jades that draw my Beer Carts, and e-

827very jade shall bear a knave, and every knave shall wear

828a jack, and every jack shall have a scull, and every scull

829shall shew a spear, and every spear shall kill a foe at Fic

830ket field, at Ficket field: John and Tom, Dick and

831Hodge, Rafe and Robbin, William and George, and all my

832knaves shall fight like men, at Ficket field, on Friday next.

833Bour. What sum of money mean you to disburse?

834Mur. It may be modestly, decently, and soberly, and

835handsomely I may bring five hundred pound.

836Act. Five hundred, man? five thousand's not enough,

837A hundred thousand will not pay our men

838Two month's together, either come prepar'd

839Like a brave knight, and martial Colonel,

840In glittering gold, and gallant Furniture,

841Bringing in Coin, a Cart-load at least,

842And all your followers mounted on good horse,

843Or never come disgracefull to us all.

844Bev. Perchance you may be chosen Treasurer,

845Ten thousand pound's the least that you can bring.

846Mur. Paltry, paltry, in and out, to and fro: upon

847occasion I have ten thousand pound to spend, and ten too.

848And rather then the Bishop shall have his will of me for

849my Conscience, it shall all. Flame and flax, flax and

850flame. It was got with water and Malt, and it shall flye

851with fire and Gun-powder. Sir Roger, a Cart-load of

852money till the Axletree crack; my self and my men in

853Ficket field on Friday next: remember my Knight-hood

855Act. See what ambition may perswade men to,

856In hope of honour he will spend himself.

857Bour. I never thought a Brewer halfe so rich.

858Bev. Was never bankerout Brewer yet but one,

859With using too much Malt, too little water.

860Act. That's no fault in Brewers now adayes: