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Actus 4s

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Enter The Clowne/
Clowne,
I have' left a ffull coort beehynde mee Mildewe pleadinge off
th one syde my mayster on the other and the[res] Lawyers
ffendinge and proovinge on boathe, theres such' yeallinge
and ballinge, I knwe not whether it made any deaffe to
heare it, but I am suer I was almost sicke to see't
whyle they are brablinge in the Cittye, I am sent backe
to the villadge to cheare vpp the too younge mermaydes.
ffor synce theire throates have bin rincht wth Salt water
they singe wth no lesse sweetenes. but staye I spy a
ffisher man drawinge his nett vpp to the shore I'l slacke
som off my speede to see howe hee hathe spedd since the last tempeste.

Enter the ffisherman
ffisher
[I see hee that nought venters nothinge gaynes.]
[hee that will bee awake when others sleepe.]
[may sometymes purchase what maye giue him rest.]
[when other loyterers shalbee fforct to ryse,]
[or perish through meeare, want: as ffor example]
[Although the tempest ffrighted hence the ffishe]
[I have drag'd some-thinge wthout ffinne or skale]
[may make mee a good markett, lett mee better]
surveigh my pryze, tis off good weight I ffeele,
nwe should it bee som treasure I weare mayde,

Clowne.
wch Iff it proove, I'l halff marr you or bee halff
made wth you,

ffisher
Itt must bee gold by' th weight

Clowne,
Iff it bee so heavy tis ten to one, but I'l do you the
curtesye to ease you off [halff] part off your burden

ffisher,
None save my selff is guilty off this pryze
tis all myne owne,: and I'l bee thinke' mee, best.
howe to bee stowe off this ritch magozin,

Clowne,
and I am stooddinge too, wth what Lyne what
angle what ffisguigge what castinge nett, I can
share wth you in this Sea booty,

ffisher
I will dissemble as most ritch men doo
pleade poverty and speake' my mayster ffayre,
by out my ffreedom ffor som little soom,
and beeinge myne owne man by Lands and hows[OMITTED]
that doon to Sea I'l rigge shipps off myne owne
and synce the Sea hathe made mee vpp a stocke.
I'l venter it To Sea, who knwes but I'in tyme
may proove a noble marchant.

Clowne,
yes off eele skinnes: staye you Syrrahe,

ffisher
I knwe no ffish off that name. lmpet mullett
Congar Dolphin sharke I knwe, and place, (I woold
som body elce had thyne. ffor hearinge, I woold thou
hadst none, nor Codd: ffor smelt thou art too hott in
my nose all redy, but such a ffishe cald Syrra never
came wth in the compasse off my [draught] nett. what
art thou a shrimpe a dogg-ffyshe or a poore Ihon

Clowne,
[I am one that watcht the tyde, to knwe what thou]
[hast caught and have mony in my pockett to by]
[thy draught.]

[ffisher]
[and I am one thou seest, that have only' an empty]
[wett nett, but not so mch' as the tale off a sprotte,]
[at thys tyme to sell ffor love off mony,]

[Clow]
[I grant this is no ffryday and I at this tyme no]
[cater ffor the ffishemarkett] I only com to desyre
thy Iudge ment and consell.

ffisher
go to the bench ffor Iudgement and to the Lawe coorts
ffor Consell I am ffree off neather, only one off Neptnes
poore bastards a spawne off the Sea, and nwe gladly
desyres to bee ridd off thee a Land,

Clowne.
onely one question resolue mee, and I have doonne

ffisher
to bee well ridd off thee I care not iff I loose so mch tyme

Clowne
but ffythe ffully

ffisher
as I am honest peeter man

Clowne.
observe mee then I saw a theiff comittinge ffellony
I knwe the mayster off the thinge was [lost]. stolne
I com vnto this theiff as't might bee thee
and make this covenant, eather giue mee halff
and make mee sharer or thou fforffett'est all
Il peach thee to the owner. in this case
what may I iustly claime,

ffisher
rather then ffor ffett all I shoold yeild halffe.

Clowne
knwe then t'is thy case and my case, a most playne case
and concernes the booty in that cap-case I knwe
the Lord that wants it and the mayster that owes it
boath howe it was lost and where it was lost. then
come vnloose, vnbuckle, vnclaspe vncase, letts see
what ffortne hathe sente vs, and so part it equally
betwixt vs.

ffisher,
staye stye my ffrend this my case must not bee opend till
your case bee better look't into, thou knwest who
lost it, I who ffownd it, thou the lord off it that was,
I the owner that nwe is, thou who did possesse it, I
who doth Inioye it: hee had it, I have it: hee migh«t»
have kept it, I will keepe it, I venterd ffor all: I
will Inherit all, and there's thy pittiffull case layde ope

Clowne
ffyrst proove this to bee thyne

ffish
I can and by the ffisher-mans rethoricke

Clowne
proceed sea gull.

ffisher
thus Land spaniell: no man can say this is my ffishe
till hee ffinde it in his nett

Clowne.
good

ffisher
what I catche is myne owne. My' Lands my goodds my
copy hold my ffee simple myne to sell myne to giue
myne to lend and myne to cast away: no man claime
part no man share, Synce ffishinge is ffree and
the Sea common

Clowne
[Iff all bee comon that the Sea yeilds. why then is not]
[that as mch myne as thyne.]

ffisher
[By that lawe when wee bringe our ffishe to the]
[markett Iff every one may ffreely chuse where hee]
[lykes and take where hee lyst: wee shoold have]
[quicly empty dorsers and cleane stalls, but]
[light [purchase] purses,]

Clowne
how canst thou proove that to bee a ffishe that was
not bredd in the water that coold never swime,
that hathe neather roe nor milt, scale nor ffinne
lyffe nor motion, did ever man heare off a ffishe
cald a budgett? what shape what collar

ffisher
this shape this collar theres rowe wth in better thā
the spawne off sturgeon, I must conffesse in deed
they are rarely seene and seldom ffownd, ffor this
is the ffyrst I ever catcht in all the tyme off my ffishinge

Clowne
all this Sea sophistry will not serve your turne.
ffor where my right is deteind mee by ffayre
meanes. I will have it by fforce.

ffisher
off what I [ch] caught in the Sea

Clowne
yes and what I catch hold on a [land] shore. wth
what consciens canst thou denye mee part off the
gaine. when the owner hearinge it is in thy
custody and wth in my knwledge. [must ffind mee]
must eather ffind mee a principall in the theft or
at least accessary to the ffellony

ffisher
Il showe thee a redy wye to prvent boathe

Clowne
howe that

ffisher
marry thus. go thou quietly thy way, Il go peacably
myne: beetrye thou mee to no body, as I meane
to impart to thee nothinge. seeke thy prfferment
by Land, as I have doon myne by Sea, bee thou
mute, Il bee dombe, thou silent I mum budgett
thou dismisse mee Il acquitte thee, so thou art
neather theiffe nor accessary

Clowne
Syrrah though you bee owner off the boate.
Il steare my course at healme.

Noyse Wthin
ffisher,
hnds off I saye but harke a noyse wth in
letts [Case our] cease our controversy till
wee see an end off that.

Clowne
trew and bee Iudgd by the next quiet man wee meete

ffisher
content.

[Noise within]
Enter after a noyse or tmult: Ashburne, his wyffe. Palestra Scribonia and godffrey
woman
Il not beeleeve a sillable thou speakst
ffalse harts and ffalce toonges go together still
they boathe are quick in thee

Ashburne.
have patience woman

woman,
I'have bin too longe a grizell, not content
to have thy hawnts abroad where theire are marts.
and places off lewd brothelry Inough
wheare thou maist wast thy body purse and creditt
but thou wooldst make thy private howse a stewes

Ashb:
but heare mee wyffe

woman
I'l heare none but my selffe.
are your legges growne so ffeeble on the suddeine
they ffyle when you shoold travell to your whoores
but you must bringe them home and keepe them heare
vnder my nose I'am not so past my sences.
but at this age can smell your knavery,

Palestra
good woman heare's none such,

Woman
bold baggadge peace.
tis not your turne to prate yet. lust and Impudens
I knwe still goe together, [showes itt well]
[in one that's off thy yeares and gravity]
[that ought to bee in lyffe and government]
[to oothers and example nowe to doate]
[so neere the grave, to walke beeffore his doore.]
[wth a yonge payer off strompetts at his tale]
[naye make his honest and chast wyffe no better]
[then a madam Makareele]

godffrey,
why this storme's woorse then that vntild the howse

Ashburne.
but vnderstand mee.
Itt is meare pitty and no badd intent.
no vnchast thought but my meeare charity
in the remembrans off our longe lost child
to showe som love to these distressed maydes.

woman
sweete charity, nay vsury wthall
ffor one chyld lost, whose goodnes might have blest,
and bin an honor to our ffamily
to bringe mee home, a Cuple off loose thinges.
I knwe not what to terme them, but ffor thee
owld ffornicator, that Iad'st mee att home.
and yet can ffind a yonge Colt's toothe abroad
ould as I am myne eyes are not so dimme
but can discerne this wthout spectacles
hence ffrom my gate, you Syrens com ffrom Sea,
or as I [lyffe] lyve, I'l washe your paintinges off
and wth hott skaldinge water: Instantly

Exit
godffrey,
nay then sweet-harts you canott saye you have
had could interteinment

palestra.
The Lands to vs, as dreadffull as the Seas
ffor wee are heare as by the billowes tost
ffrom one ffeare to another

Ashburne.
prty sowles
despyer not you off Comffort i'l not leave you
to the least danger till som newes returne.
ffrom him that vndertakes your patronadge
you syrrah vsher them vnto the ffryeary.
whence none dares fforce them I'have a curst wyffe«e» you see
and better you then I take sanctuary.

Scribon:
wee will bee swyde by you as one in whome
wee yet have ffownd all goodnes.

Ashbur,
leave them theire.
to saffety then returne.

[Ext ma: Ashb:]
Clowne
what sayst thou to this gentleman,

ffisher
no man better, [suer] now it will go on my syde
this is my owne mayster suer hee' canott bee so vnatrall
to giue sentens against [your] his owne naturall servant
Syr good daye,

Ashburne.
gramercyes. I in troth mch suffered ffor thee
knwinge howe rashly thou exposd thy selff
to such a turbulent Sea.

Clowne.
I lyke wyse syr salute you,

Ashb:
thanks good ffrend,

Clowne.
but syr is this your servant,

[ffisher]
[yes syrrahe and this my mayster]

[Clowne]
[then I have nothinge at this tyme to doo wth thee]

[ffisher,]
[marry a good motion, ffare well and bee hangde,]

[Clowne.]
[wee are not so easily parted. is this your man,]

Ashbur.
yes I acknwladge him,
and thou I thinke belong'st to mr Raphael
Imployde about these women

Clowne.
yes I acknwledge it but you are suer hee's yours.

Ashburne.
once againe: I doo conffesse him myne,

Clowne
then heare mee speake.

ffisher
heare mee your servant [ffyrst.]
[saye whats the stryffe,]

[Clowne.]
[marry who ffyrst shall speake,]

[ffisher]
[thats I]

[Clowne]
[I appeale then to the curtesy due to a stranger]

[ffisher]
[and I to the right beelonginge to a howshou«ld» servant]
[what ere the stryff bee]

Ashbur
Il heare the stranger ffyrst.

Clowne
In this you doo but Iustyce, I pray tell mee [OMITTED]ou vente[OMITTED]
Sea, is this a ffishe or no or iff a ffishe what ffishe
do you call it: (peace you.)

Ashbur
It is nor ffishe nor ffleshe

Clowne.
nor good redd herringe, ffisher mā yr gone

ffisher
thou art deceav'd I am heare still, and may have heare
ffor ought I knwe [all] to by all the redd heringe in Marcell«is»

Clowne.
did you ever heare off a ffishe cald a budgett

Ashbur
I protest never synce I knew the Sea.

Clowne.
you are gone againe ffisher man.

ffisher.
I am heare still and nwe master heare mee

Clowne
lett mee proceed this bagge this knapp sacke or this
port-mantua hee woold make a ffishe bycause tooke
in his nett nwe syr I com to you wth this ould
proverbe, alls not ffishe that coms to nett there you are gone agay«n»

ffisher
but

Clowne
no butt nor turbutt I suspect this budgett to be the
bawdes. in wch are the the discoveryes off this yonge
womans coontry and parents. nwe syr ffor theire sakes
ffor my maysters sake. ffor all our sakes, vse the
authority off a mayster to searche and showe the power
you have over a servant to comand.

Ashbur
will hee or not hee shall assent to that.

Clowne
a meere trick to vndoo mee ere I knwe what I am worth

Ashb:
call in the damseles
Intreate them ffayrely heather say wee' hope
wee shall have good newes ffor them,

ffisher
I will part wth it only on this condition that iff there
bee nothinge in it wch concernes them the rest my
returne to mee vnriffled and vntutcht.

Ashb:
did it conteyne the valew off a myne
I clayme no part in it:

ffish:
nor you

Clowne.
nor I.

ffisher
by the contents off this budgett,

Clowne
I sweare

Ashb:
I vowe.

ffisher
then there tak't to you mayster: and once more good
luck on my syde

Enter godffrey vsheringe in Palestra and Scribonia.
Palest:
you sent to speake wth vs.

Ashb:
I did indeed
saye knwe you this y'have leave, surveigh it well.

Palestra
This? knwe I this? oh my scribonia See.
(yes, and by this alone may knwe my selff,
looke well vpon't deare syster. extasy
may dimme myne Eyes, it canot pur blind thyne,

Scrib:
Itt is the same; Palestra.

ffisher
then suer I shall not bee the same man in the after noone,
that I was in the morninge.

Scribo:
In this is a greate masse off wealthe included.
all that the bawde hathe by corruption gott
in many a thrifty yeare.

ffisher
comffort ffor mee.

Ashbur
but tell mee is there ought off yours included
wch yu may Iusly chalandge.

Palestra.
off that gould.
no not the valewe off one poor deneere.
tis all base brokadge boath off Sinne and shame.
off wch wee neare, weare guilty yet in closed
there shall you ffind a cabinet off myne
where boathe my naturall parents you may see
in a small roome intruded

ffisher
an vnaturall child thou art to thrust thy naturall
parents into a leatheren bagge and leave them in the bottō off ye Sea

Palest
showe mee the Caskett iff beeffore you ope it
I do not name you every parcell in t
lett it no more. bee myne, mak't your owne pryse
but such small triffles as I Iustly chalenge
and canott yeild you the least beneffitt
off them lett mee bee mystresse synce they are
the somme and crowne off all my ffuture hopes.
(but ffrom my tender inffancy deteind)
as ffor the gould and Iewells mak't your spoyle
off that I clayme no portion.

ffisher
I accept off the condition,

Ashburne
Itt is boathe Iust and honest. ith meane tyme
virgin stand you alooffe wee'l have no Iuggling
and gripus synce the busines concernes you
have you a Curious ey too't

ffisher
ffeare not mee ffor boath at Sea and Land I was
ever a goodd mark-man.

Ashbur
the caskett is nwe opend: what Coms ffyrst.

Palest
a boue: the clothes in wch I ffyrst was swathd.
The linnen ffyrst worne in myne inffancy.

Ashbur
these are childs swathinges, whether thyne or no
it is to mee vncertaine. to the rest.

Palestr
And next to these is a ritche handkercher
where you shall ffind in golden letters wrought
my place off byrthe, myne and my ffathers. name

Ashb:
heare's such a hand kercher such letters writt
speake them as I shall reade them,

Palest,
Mirable.

Ashb
right Myrable

Palestra
doughter off Ihon Ashburne Marchantt.

Ashbur
trewe off Ihon Ashburne Marchant. oh my sowle
proceed prthee pro ceede.

Palestra.
And borne in Christ-chyrch London, Anno.

Ashb:
[1530] [1600] oh you Imortall powers I stagger yet
beetwixt dispayer and hope and canott guesse
wch waye my ffate will swaye mee oh speake speake
thy mothers name.

palest.
reade it in sylver letters playnly wrought.
In the next Imbrodered Linnen

Ashb:
Iff that ffayle not
I then have a ffirme rock to build vpon
The guift off Isabell to her doughter Mirable.
oh ffrend oh servant.

Clowne
howe ist syr

ffisher
howe nwe mayster.

Ashb.
I that so many yeares have bin despoyld
neclected skattered, am made vpp againe.
repaired, and new Created:

palestra.
search but ffurther
and theres a golden brooch in it a diamond
vpon my byrth day giuen mee by my ffather

Ashbu
I have longe sought and nwe at lengthe have ffound
that diamond thee my doughter.

Palestra
How syr

Ashbur
shee that so late excluded thee my howse,
and shutt these gates against. thee Isabell
thy mother, these weare her owne handy worke
beestowde vpon thee in thyne in ffancy
to make vs nwe boathe happy in thy groath
I am Ihon Ashburne marchant London christ church
The yeare: place tyme agree thee to bee myne,
oh mirhor off thy sex my Myrable,

Palest.
this surplusadge off Ioy shuld not bee ffeignd

Ashb:
no more then these noates are in ffallible

Palest.
Thus then in all Humility I kneele
to you my acknwladgd ffather,

Ashb:
ryse my guirle

ffisher
Had I not drawne this kinred out off the' sea, where had
it bin? all drownd by this

Ashb:
no trifflinge nwe post godffrey, to my wyffe.
tell her no more then thou hast heard and seene,
shee's hard off ffaythe relate it puctually
beare her (oh lett mee borrowe them so longe.
these better to conffirme her, bid her hast.
and ffor the truth add these as testimony,
nay art thou heare still

godfry
lyke a shadowe vanisht
but to returne a substance.

Ashb
oh my deare doughter. where's yong Raphaels man,
beare him off all what thou hast seene a perffect
and trew relation

Clown
ey syr

Ashb.
bidd him too,
all business sett a part make hether

Clowne.
ey syr

Ashb:
tell him that his palestra is my mirable

Clowne.
ey syr

Ashb:
and that shee is my doughter my lost child

Clowne
ey syr

Ashb
and that off all this I am most assur'd

Clowne
ey syr

Ashb.
[though] thou wilt not doo all this

Clow
I will you lye syr

Ashb:
howe syr

Clown
ey syr

Ashb:
say that this daye shee shalbee made his wyffe.

Clowne
ey syr

Ashb:
why then add winges vnto [thye] your heeles and ffly syr

Clowne
ey syr: but ere' I take my fflight ffor this good servyce,
youl mediate wth him ffor my ffreedom

Ashbur
so

Clowne,
and woo your doughter to doo so too

Ash.
so

Clowne.
and saye to him I shalbee thanke ffull.

Ash
so

Clowne.
your doughters and your your Servant ever

Ashb
so

Clowne.
to go roonne ryde off all your arrants [so]

Ash
so

Clowne.
In all this you'l bee slack in nothinge.

Ash
so

Clowne.
and you'l heare-after' love mee still

Ashb:
so so,

Clowne.
howe' but so so,

Ashb:
yes so and so and so,

Clowne
why then I go go goe—

Ashbu
but one thinge I in treate you mirable
This thyrteene yeares synce, by rude creditors.
tost and opprest naye rent out off myne owne,
I have bin fforct to seeke my ffate abroad,
howe weare you ravisht thence, or since that tyme
what strange adventures past.

Enter godffreye and the wyff, wth the hndkerch:
Mirable,
my mothers prsence.
must nwe prvent my answer

Wyffe:
where is shee? oh wheare wheare?, ffor by these tokenis,
these off her child hood most vnfallid signes.
I knwe her ffor my doughter,

Mirable
I have bin
the longe and wretched owner off that Cabinet,
wth all therein conteind.

Wyffe,
Into thy boosom,
oh lett mee rayne [off] a shower off ioy ffull teares,
to welcom thee my mirable,

godffry
you threatned her but nwe wth skaldinge, water, mee
thinks you had more neede to comffort her wth
hott waters ffor suer shee canott bee warme synce.
shee came so late out off the could-bathe,

Wyff.
make ffyares, bid them make ready whole som brothes,
make warme the bedd and see the sheetes well ayred,
att lengthe then have I ffownd thee,

Ashb:
but whats shee
that's in thy ffellow-shippe,

Mirable,
my ffellowe sharer
in all misfortnes: and ffor many yeares,
so deare to mee, I canot tast a blessednes
off wch shee's not partaker,

[Ashb:]
Wyff, ffor thy sake,
shee shall bee myne too,: and (in her) I'l thinke,
the powers aboue have ffor my single losse
giuen mee at lengthe a duble recompence.

Scribo:
«ffor wch» hee that protects all inocence
will in good tyme reward you

Wyffe:
Naye in in
this could is priuditiall to your Healthes,
I'l count you boathe my twinnes,

exnt,
Ash
strange alteration,
skoldinge is turnd to [passion] pitty, spleen' and mallyce,
to mercye and compassion,

ffisher,
but your promisse tutchinge my budgett,

Ashb.
godffreye beare it in,
and lodge it saffe, there's nwe no tyme ffor that
wee'l talke off it herafter,

godffrey,
ffellowe gripus) I am made ffor this tyme
porter Ladey's your trusty treasurer

Exnt
Gripus:
These are the ffishermen and I the ffishe catcht in the
nett, well my comffort is though my booty have made mee
no ritcher then I was, poorer then I am I canott bee
[nwe wherin is the ritche more happy then the poore]
and yet ffor all this I have one crotchett left in my
pate to bate a new hooke, ffor the gold in the portmantua

Scena 3a.

[from aboue.]
Enter, Dennis wt h the ffryar vpon his backe,
Dennis
Whether a knavishe or a sinne ffull Load,
or one ore boathe I knwe not massye it is.
and (iff no ffrend,) [at this tyme], will ffor mee. Il bee sorry
ffor myne owne heavinesse: and heares a place,
though neather off the secretest nor the best,
to vnlade my selff off this Iniquity
when I satt late a stryde upon the wall,
to lyft the ladder this wye, [this waye] ffor descent,
mee thought the ffryar look't lyke S george a hors backe,
and I his trusty steede, but nwes no trifflynge,
hee's nwe where hee' is in Commons. wee [have ffre our parts] dischardgd
[heare on this seate. (nay hold your head upp Ihon,]
[lyke a goodd boy,) ffrely dischardgd our selffes,]
boathe' off suspect and murther, wch lett the covent
to morrow morninge answer, [ffor my part] howe they cann
I'l back the waye wee came whats doon none sawe,
Ith howse nor heare, they answer then the Lawe,

Enter ffryar Richard:
Exit
ff Rich
off all th'Inffirmityes belonginge to [man,] vs
I hold those woorst that will not lett a man
rest in his bedd a nights. and I off that
by reason off a late could I have gott
[and] am at this Instant gulty: wch this rysinge
ffrom a warme bedd in these could ffrosty nights
rather augments then helpes, but all necessityes.
must bee obeyd but soft theres one beeffore mee
By this small glimps off moone-light I perceave him
to bee ffryar Ihon my antient adversary,
why Ihon? why brother? what not speake? nay then
I see tis doon off mallyce. and off purpose
only to shame' mee since hee knwes the rest.
[knwe off] take notyce' what a loose man I am growne,
[Post: Fry: Io: [Arras]]
nay prthee sweete ffryar Ihon, I am in hast.
horrible hast: doo but release mee nwe
I am thy ffrend ffor ever: what not heare?
Eather strykes him wth a staffe or Casts a stone.
ffeigne to bee deaff off purpose, and off spight?
then heare is that shall rowse you, are you ffalne
what and still mute and sylent, nay not styrr
Il rowse you wth a vengance. not one limbe.
to doo his woonted offyce, ffoot nor hand,
not a pulse beatinge, no breathe, what no motion,
oh mee off all men lyvinge most accurst
I have doon a ffeare-ffull murder wch our fformer
Inveterate hate, will bee a thousand testates
that I ffor that Insidiated his lyffe,
The deedes [and] apparant, and the offens past pardon,
there's nwe no way but ffly? but ffly wch way
the cloyster gates are all [ff] bard and ffast lockt.
these suddeine mischeiffes should have suddeine shifts
about it bryne? and in good tyme' I ha'te
suspitious rmors have bin lately' spreade,
And more then whispered off th'Incontinent love.
ffryar Ihon boare the knight's Lady had I meanes.
howe to conveighe his body ore the wall.
to any or the least part off the' howse,
It might bee thought the knight in Ielosy
had doon this murder in a Iust revendge.
let mee surveighe th'ascent. (happy occation)
to see howe redy still the devill is
to helpe his servants. heare's a Ladder, left.
vpp ffryare: my purpose is to admitt you nwe.
off a newe cloyster, I will sett his body
vpright in the knights porche, and leave' [him] my patron
to answer ffor the ffalt. that hathe more strength
then I to tugge wth Benches [that doon to secure.]
[carry him vp]
[a gulty lyffe, and prsent deathe' wth shame,]
[by the same stepps returne the wye I came]

Exit
Enter the knight. halff vnredy, his Lady after him,
[(Dennis]
D Averne.
Ho denis:

Lady
giue mee reason I intreate.
off these vnquiet sleepes.

D Averne.
you dogg mee Lady
lyke an Ill genius:

Lady:
you weare woont to call mee
your better angell.

D Averne
so I shall doo still,
would you bee take you to yr quiet sleepes
and leave mee to my wakinges:

Lady.
there bee longes
vnto our bedd so sweete a sympathy
I cannot rest wth out you,

D Averne.
to your chamber
theare may growe elce a worse' antypathy,
beetwixt your love and myne I tell you Lady
myne is no womans busines, no reply,
your least Infforced prsance, att this tyme
will but begett, what you would loathe to beare,
quarrell and harshe vnkindnes,

Lady:
ever your lipps
have bin to mee a Lawe. I suspect more.
then I woold apprehend wth willingenes,
but though prvention canott helpe what's past,
Coniugall ffaythe may expresse it selff at last.

Daverne,
why Denis ho, awake and ryse in hast,

[wt hin] Denis.
what is your Lord-shipp madd.

D Averne.
Knwest thou whats past
and canst thou skape this danger,

Denis
Did I not tell you
that all was saffe, the body too disposed,
better then in his grave

D Averne.
strange thoughts sollicite mee
vpp and Inquire about the cloyster' wall.
what noyse thou hearest. Iff any pryvate whisperinge
or lowder vprore bout the murder ryse,

Denis
I shall I shall syr.

D Averne.
guilt thoughe it weare a smoothe and peace ffull fface,
yet is wthin ffull off seditious thoughts
that makes continuall [vprore] ffaction

exit.
Enter ffryar Richard wt h ffryar Ihon vpon his backe,
ff Richard:
This is the porch that leades into the Hall.
heare rest ffor thyne and myne owne better ease
this havinge doon to prvent deathe and shame,
by the same stepps I'l back the wye I came

[Fryer sett vp & left.]
exit
Enter Denis halff vnredy
Denis:
This is the penalty beelonges to servyce.
masters still plott to theire' owne pryvate ends.
and wee that are theire' slaves and ministers.
are cheiff still in the troble they Ingrosse
the pleasure, and the proffitt and wee only
the swett and payne: my Lord hathe doon a mischieffe
and nwe I must not sleepe ffor't. what art thou,
none off the howse suer I should knwe thy fface then,
Beesydes my Lord giues no such [liberty] lyvery
nwe In the name off heaven what art thou speake,
speake Iff thou bee'st a man, or iff a ghost
then glyde hence' lyke a shadowe. tis the oh:
the ffryar hathe nimbly skipt back ore' the wall
hath lyke a surly Iustyce bencht him selff
and sitts heare to accuse vs: wheres my Lord.
Helpe Helpe. his murdered ghost is com ffrom hell.
on earthe to cry vindicta,

Enter L. D'averne.
[(to dennis.]
D Averne.
what Clamors this:?

Denis.
oh syr'

D Avern.
why hwe ist Denis:

Denis.
never woorse,: the ffryar syr

D Averne.
what off him,

Denis.
the slave that would not leave the place but carried
Is off him-selff com back:

D Averne.
whether?

Denis.
looke theire.

D Averne.
that wch I tooke' to bee meare ffantasy
I ffinde nwe to bee real murder is
a Cryinge sinne, and Canott bee conceald,
yet his returne is strange:

Denis
tis most prodigious,
the very thought off it hath putt a Creeke
into my necke all redy

L Avern:
one ffurther desperate' tryall I will make.
and putt it to adventer.

Dennis.
prye howe that Syr

L Averne
Theres in my stable an oul'd stallion once,
a lusty horse but nwe past servyce.

Dennis:
godd syr

D Averne.
him Il have sadled and Capparrisond.
heare in the' hall a rusty Armor hanges,
pistolls in rotten cases an ould sword
and a Cast lance to all these sutable,
Il have them Instantly tooke Downe,

Dennis:
and then,

D Aver,
In these I'l arme' the' ffryar' ffrom head to knee.
mount him Into his saddle, wth stronge cords.
there bind him ffast: and to his gantlet hnd.
ffasten his Lance, ffor basses tis no matter
these his grey skyrts will serve. thus armd thus monte«d»
and thus saccoutred. wth his beaver vpp
turne him out off the gates. neither attended
wt h squire or' page, lyke a stronge knight adventers
to seeke a desperate ffortune,

Denis:
hee may so Iff hee please,
ryde post vnto the Devill.

D Averne.
this I'l see doonn
tis a decree determinde,

Denis:
Capp a pe
Il see him armd and monted.

[Exeunt]
Enter ffryar Richard:
ff Rich:
this murder canott bee so smoothred vpp
but I in th'end shall paye ffort. but ffeare still
is wittye in prvention, nwe ffor Instance.
there's but one reffuge left mee, thats to ffly
the gates are shutt vpp on mee and my selff
am a badd ffoott-man, yet these difficultyes.
I can thus helpe there to this place beelonges
A mare that every second dyes Imployde,
to carry corne and ffetch meale ffrom the Mill
distant som halff league off I by this beast.
will ffashion myne escape, what baker ho,

Baker
[wt hin]
whats hee that calls so early

ff Richard.
I ffryar Richard:

Baker,
what would you have that you are sturringe thus
An hower beeffore the Dawne.

ff Richard.
I canott sleepe
and vnderstadinge theres meale redy grownd,
wch thou must ffetch this morninge ffrom the mill
Il save thee so much payes. lend mee the beast,
and lett mee fforthe the gate, I'l bringe boathe backe
eare the bell ringe to mattens

Baker,
marry ffryar ritchard
wth all my hart and thanke' yee, I'l but ryse,
and halter her, then lett you fforthe the gate,
you'l save mee so mch labour:

ff Richad.
this ffalls out
as I coold wishe, and in a ffortnate hower
ffar better then to too legges trust to ffower