sir John Old-castle.
LeeAs I am wrongd, so may the law proceede. exeunt.
Enter bishop of Rochester, constable of S. Albons, with sir Iohn of Wrotham, Doll his wench, and the Irishman in Har∣pooles apparell.
Bishop.What intricate confusion haue we heere?
Not two houres since we apprehended one,
In habite Irish, but in speech, not so:
And now you bring another, that in speech
Is altogether Irish, but in habite
Seemes to be English: yea and more than so,
The seruant of that heretike Lord Cobham.
IrishmanFait me be no seruant of the lord Cobhams,
Me be Mack Chane of Vlster.
Bishop.Otherwise calld Harpoole of Kent, go to sit,
You cannot blinde vs with your broken Irish.
sir IohnTrust me, my Lord Bishop, whether Irish,
Or English, Harpoole or not Harpoole, that
I leaue to be decided by the triall:
But sure I am this man by face and speech
Is he that murdred yong sir Richard Lee:
I met him presently vpon the fact,
And that he slew his maister for that gold,
Those iewells, and that chaine I tooke from him.
Bishop.Well, our affaires doe call vs backe to London,
So that we cannot prosecute the cause
As we desire to do, therefore we leaue
The charge with you, to see they be conuaide
To Hartford Sise: both this counterfaite
And you sir Iohn of Wrotham, and your wench,
For you are culpable as well as they,
Though not for murder, yet for felony.
But since you are the meanes to bring to light
This gracelesse murder, you shall beare with you,
Our letters to the Iudges of the bench,
To be your friendes in what they lawfull may.
sir IohnI thanke your Lordship.
