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Enter Att one Doore L Averne. and Dennis wth the ffryar Armed at the other ffryar Richard and the Baker109
so nwe alls ffitt, the daylight's not yet broake
mount him and lock him in the saddle ffast
then turne him fforthe the gates.
Denis
pry syr your hand to rayse him
D'Averne
nwe lett him post: whether his ffate shall guide him
Ent: Rich: Baker
Baker
the mare's ready:
ff Rich
only the key to ope the cloyster gate.
then all is as it shoold bee
Baker,
tak't there tis
But make hast good ffryar Richard you will elce,
have no new bredd to dinner
ff Rich
ffeare not baker,
I'l proove her mettall thus I back one mare
least I shoold ryde another exit
Baker.
It is the kindest novyce off my consciens
that ere woare hood or coole
A Noyse wthin Trampling off Horses
what noyse is that nw by the abbott leave.
I will looke out and see.
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Enter Averne and denis
D Avern:
howe nwe the newes. the cause off that strange vprore
Denis
strange indeed: but what th'event will bee I canott guess
D Averne.
howe is it speake.
Dennis.
I had no sooner as your Lordshipp badd
putt him vpon his voyadge, turnd him out.
but the ould resty stallion snuft and neigh'd
and smelt I thinke som mare. backt (I perceav'd
by 'th moone-light by a ffryar) in whose pursuite
our new made horsman wth his threatninge lance
pistolles and rotten armor made such noyse.
that th'other ffrighted clamours through the streetes
nothinge but deathe and murder
Noyse
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but the sequell: the clamour still in Creasethe.
Enter the baker rooninge
[to em]
Baker.
oh never never: was seene such open mallyce.
Denis
whats the busines:
Baker.
giue mee but leaue to breath oh: especially in a cloyster
Dennis
out wee't man
Baker
the novyce Richard to save mee a labour
borrowed my mare to ffetch meale ffrom the mill
I knwe not howe the devill ffryar Ihon knew't
but all in armor watcht him goinge out.
and after spurrs to chardge him beeinge vnarmd.
& 'suer Iff hee canott reatch him wth his lance.
hee'l speede him wth his pistolls.
Denis
all's well yet.
Noyse
Baker
this noyse hath cald much people ffrom there bedds
and trobled the whole villadge
ff Rich
wt hin
Hold hold I do conffesse the murder,
Baker
suer hee hath slayne him, ffor murder is conffest.
D Aver
tis better still
Enter Ashburne godffry etc.
Godff
was never knwne the lyke
Baker,
Is ritchard slayne.
I sawe ffryar Ihon armd dreadffully wth weapons
not to bee worne in peace, pursue his lyffe.
all wch Il tell the abbott,
Ashb:
most strange it is that the pursude is ffownd
to bee the murderer, the pursuer slyne,
how was it godffrey thou wast vpp beeffore mee
and canst discoorse it best.
Godff
thus syr at noyse off murder wth the tramplinge.
off horse and ratlinge armor in the streetes.
the villadgers weare waken ffrom theire sleepes.
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out off theire doores amongst wch I was one.
that was the fformost and saw ritchard stopt.
at a turninge lane then over tooke by Ihon,
who not him selff alone, but even his horse
backinge the tothers beast, seemd wth his ffeete
to pawe him ffrom his saddle att this assault
ffriar Richard cryes hold hold and haunt mee not.
ffor I conffesse the murder ffolke Came in
ffownd Ihon i'th sadle dead, the tother sprallinge
vpon the earthe alyve' still Cryinge out
that hee had doon the murder,
D Averne
Exellent still wth drawe ffor wee are saffe,
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Enter The Abbot the baker ffryar Richad prisoner and guarded, etc.
Stagekeepers as a guard
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these mischeiffes I ffore-tould. whats mallyce elsse
then mrder halff Committed, though th'event
bee allmost aboue apprehention strange.
yet synce thyne owne conffession pleades thee guilty
thou shalt have leagall tryall.
ff Rich
I conffesse
I was the maleffactor and deserve.
th extremity off Lawe, but woonder much
howe hee in such a short tyme after death,
should purchase horse and weapons.
Abbott
Murders' a sinne
wch often is myraculously reveald
lett Iustyce question that beare him to prison
the tother to his grave.
Baker
beeinge so valiant after deathe mee thinkes hee deserv[OMITTED]
the honor to bee buried lyke a knight in his compleate arm[OMITTED]
Abbott
These thinges shoold not bee triffled Honest ffrends
retyre you to your homes, these are our chardge
wee['l ffyrst] will acquaint our patron wth this sadd
and dyre desaster: ffyrst his counsell vse,
next as wee maye our Innocens excuse,
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