The True and Honorable History of the Life of Sir John Oldcastle, the Good Lord Cobham.
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That angers me: coming over Shooters hill,
There came a fellow to me like a Sailor,
And asked me money; and whilst I stayed my horse
To draw my purse, he takes th' advantage of
A little bank and leaps behind me, whips
My purse away, and with a sudden jerk,
I know not how, threw me at least three yards
Out of my saddle. I never was so robbed
In all my life.

COBHAM.
I am very sorry, sir, for your mischance. We will send
our warrant forth, to stay such suspicious persons as
shall be found. Then, master Butler, we will attend you.

BUTLER.
I humbly thank your lordship, I will attend you.



ACT II. SCENE I. The same.

[Enter the Sumner.]

SUMNER.
I have the law to warrant what I do; and though the
Lord Cobham be a noble man, that dispenses not
with law: I dare serve process were a five noble men.
Though we Sumners make sometimes a mad slip in a
corner with a pretty wench, a Sumner must not go always
by seeing: a man may be content to hide his eyes, where
he may feel his profit. Well, this is my Lord Cobham's
house if I can devise to speak with him; if not, I'll clap
my citation upon's door: so my lord of Rochester bid
me. But me thinks here comes one of his men.

[Enter Harpoole.]

HARPOOLE.
Welcome, good fellow, welcome; who wouldst thou
speak with?

SUMNER.
With my lord Cobham I would speak, if thou be one of
his men.

HARPOOLE.
Yes, I am one of his men, but thou canst not speak with
my lord.

SUMNER.
May I send to him then?

HARPOOLE.
I'll tell thee that, when I know thy errand.

SUMNER.
I will not tell my errand to thee.

HARPOOLE.
Then keep it to thy self, and walk like a knave as thou
camest.

SUMNER.
I tell thee, my lord keeps no knaves, sirra.

HARPOOLE.
Then thou servest him not, I believe: what lord is thy
master?

SUMNER
My lord of Rochester.

HARPOOLE.
In good time! And what wouldst thou have with my
lord Cobham?

SUMNER.
I come, by virtue of a process, to ascite him to appear
before my lord in the court at Rochester.

HARPOOLE.
[Aside.] Well, God grant me patience! I could eat this