sir John Old-castle.
Wroth.You old mutton monger.
ConstableHold sir Iohn, hold.
Doll to the PriestI pray thee sweet heart be quiet, I was but sitting to drinke a pot of ale with him, euen as kinde a man as euer I met with.
Harp.Thou art a theefe I warrant thee.
Wroth.Then I am but as thou hast beene in thy dayes, lets not be ashamed of our trade, the King has beene a theefe him∣selfe.
DollCome, be quiet, hast thou sped?
Wroth.I haue wench, here be crownes ifaith.
DollCome, lets be all friends then.
ConstableWell said mistris Dorothy ifaith.
Harp.Thou art the madst priest that euer I met with.
Wroth.Giue me thy hand, thou art as good a fellow, I am a singer, a drinker, a bencher, a wencher, I can say a masse, and kisse a lasse: faith I haue a parsonage, and bicause I would not be at too much charges, this wench serues me for a sexton.
Harp.Well said mad priest, weele in and be friends. Exeunt.
Enter sir Roger Acton, master Bourne, master Beuerley, and William Murley the brewer of Dunstable.
ActonNow maister Murley, I am well assurde
You know our arrant, and do like the cause,
Being a man affected as we are?
Mu.Mary God dild ye daintie my deere, no master, good Sr Roger Acton Knight, maister Bourne, and maister Beuerley esquires, gentlemen, and iustices of the peace, no maister I, but plaine William Murly the brewer of Dunstable your honest neighbour, and your friend, if ye be men of my profession.
BeuerleyProfessed friends to Wickliffe, foes to Rome.
Murl.Hold by me lad, leane vpon that staffe good maister Beuerley, all of a house, say your mind, say your mind.
ActonYou know our faction now is growne so great,
Throughout the realme; that it beginnes to smoake
Into the Cleargies eies, and the Kings eares,
