SIR THOMAS MORE
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Run out of Newgate!

FAULKNER.
I think so, my lord; for there was but a hair's length between my
going thither and so long time.

MORE.
Because I see some grace in thee, go free.--
Discharge him, fellows.--Farewell, Master Morris.--
Thy head is for thy shoulders now more fit;
Thou hast less hair upon it, but more wit.

[Exit.]

MORRIS.
Did not I tell thee always of these locks?

FAULKNER.
And the locks were on again, all the goldsmiths in Cheapside
should not pick them open. 'Sheart, if my hair stand not on end
when I look for my face in a glass, I am a polecat. Here's a lousy
jest! but, if I notch not that rogue Tom barber, that makes me look
thus like a Brownist, hang me! I'll be worse to the nitticall knave
than ten tooth drawings. Here's a head, with a pox!

MORRIS.
What ails thou? art thou mad now?

FAULKNER.
Mad now! nails, if loss of hair cannot mad a man, what can? I am
deposed, my crown is taken from me. More had been better a
scoured Moreditch than a notched me thus: does he begin
sheepshearing with Jack Faulkner?

MORRIS.
Nay, and you feed this vein, sir, fare you well.

FAULKNER.
Why, farewell, frost. I'll go hang myself out for the Poll Head.
Make a Saracen of Jack?

MORRIS.
Thou desperate knave! for that I see the devil
Wholly gets hold of thee--

FAULKNER.
The devil's a damned rascal.

MORRIS.
I charge thee, wait on me no more; no more
Call me thy master.

FAULKNER.
Why, then, a word, Master Morris.

MORRIS.
I'll hear no words, sir; fare you well.

FAULKNER.
'Sblood, farewell.

MORRIS.
Why dost thou follow me?

FAULKNER.
Because I'm an ass. Do you set your shavers upon me, and then
cast me off? must I condole? have the Fates played the fools? am I
their cut? now the poor sconce is taken, must Jack march with bag
and baggage?

[Weeps.]

MORRIS.
You coxcomb!

FAULKNER.
Nay, you ha' poached me; you ha' given me a hair; it's here, hear.

MORRIS.
Away, you kind ass! come, sir, dry your eyes:
Keep you old place, and mend these fooleries.

FAULKNER.
I care not to be turned off, and 'twere a ladder, so it be in my