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The True and Honorable History of the Life of Sir John Oldcastle, the Good Lord Cobham.
Page: 53

MAYOR.
What think you best to do?

CONSTABLE.
Faith, master mayor, here's a few straggling houses
beyond the bridge, and a little Inn where carriers use
to lodge, though I think sure he would ne'er lodge
there: but we'll go search, & the rather, because there
came notice to the town the last night of an Irish man,
that had done a murder, whom we are to make search for.

MAYOR.
Come, I pray you, and be circumspect.

[Exeunt.]


ACT V. SCENE VI. The same. Before the Carrier's Inn.
Enter Watch.

FIRST WATCH.
First beset the house, before you begin the search.

SECOND WATCH.
Content; every man take a several place.

[Here is heard a great noise within. Keep, keep,
strike him down there, down with him]]

[Enter Constable with the Irish man in Harpoole's
apparel.]

CONSTABLE.
Come, you villainous heretic, confess where your
master is.

IRISHMAN.
Vat mester?

MAYOR.
Vat mester, you counterfeit rebel? this shall not serve
your turn.

IRISHMAN.
Be sent Patrick I ha no mester.

CONSTABLE.
Where's the lord Cobham, sir John Old-castle, that
lately is escaped out of the Tower?

IRISHMAN.
Vat lort Cobham?

MAYOR.
You counterfeit, this shall not serve you; we'll torture
you, we'll make you to confess where that arch-heretic,
Lord Cobham, is: come, bind him fast.

IRISHMAN.
Ahone, ahone, ahone, a Cree!

CONSTABLE.
Ahone, you crafty rascal!

[Exeunt.]




ACT V. SCENE VII. The same. The yard of the Inn.

[Lord Cobham comes out in his gown stealing.]

COBHAM.
Harpoole, Harpoole, I hear a marvelous noise about
the house: God warrant us, I fear we are pursued:
what, Harpoole.

HARPOOLE.
[Within.] Who calls there?

COBHAM.
Tis I; dost thou not hear a noise about the house?

HARPOOLE.
Yes, mary, do I:--zwounds, I can not find my hose;
this Irish rascal that was lodged with me all night
hath stolen my apparel, and has left me nothing but
a lowsy mantle, and a pair of brogues. Get up, get
up, and if the carrier and his wench be asleep, change
you with them as he hath done with me, and see if
we can escape.
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