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SIR THOMAS MORE Page: 5
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. London. The Sessions House.
[An arras is drawn, and behind it as in sessions sit the Lord Mayor,
Justice Suresby, and other Justices; Sheriff More and the other
Sheriff sitting by. Smart is the plaintiff, Lifter the prisoner at the
bar. Recorder, Officers.]
LORD MAYOR.
Having dispatched our weightier businesses,
We may give ear to petty felonies.
Master Sheriff More, what is this fellow?
MORE.
My lord, he stands indicted for a purse;
He hath been tried, the jury is together.
LORD MAYOR.
Who sent him in?
SURESBY.
That did I, my lord:
Had he had right, he had been hanged ere this;
The only captain of the cutpurse crew.
LORD MAYOR.
What is his name?
SURESBY.
As his profession is, Lifter, my lord,
One that can lift a purse right cunningly.
LORD MAYOR.
And is that he accuses him?
SURESBY.
The same, my lord, whom, by your honors leave,
I must say somewhat too, because I find
In some respects he is well worthy blame.
LORD MAYOR.
Good Master Justice Suresby, speak your mind;
We are well pleased to give you audience.
SURESBY.
Hear me, Smart; thou art a foolish fellow:
If Lifter be convicted by the law,
As I see not how the jury can acquit him,
I'll stand too 't thou art guilty of his death.
MORE.
My lord, that's worthy the hearing.
LORD MAYOR.
Listen, then, good Master More.
SURESBY.
I tell thee plain, it is a shame for thee,
With such a sum to tempt necessity;
No less than ten pounds, sir, will serve your turn,
To carry in your purse about with ye,
To crake and brag in taverns of your money:
I promise ye, a man that goes abroad
With an intent of truth, meeting such a booty,
May be provoked to that he never meant.
What makes so many pilferers and felons,
But such fond baits that foolish people lay
To tempt the needy miserable wretch?
Ten pounds, odd money; this is a pretty sum
To bear about, which were more safe at home.
Fore God, twere well to fine ye as much more
[Lord Mayor and More whisper.]
To the relief of the poor prisoners,
To teach ye be more careful of your own,
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