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of Feuershame.

The bawdie houses haue paid me tribute,
There durst not a whore set vp, vnlesse she haue aggreed
with me first, for opning her shoppe windowes.
For a crosse worde of a Tapster,
I haue pearced one barrell after another, with my dager,
And held him be the eares till all his beare hath run out,
In Temes streete a brewers carte was lyke to haue runne ouer me, I made no more ado, but went to the clark and cut all the natches of his tales,
and beat them about his head.
I and my companye haue taken the Constable from his watch,
And carried him about the fields on a coltstaffe.
I haue broken a Sariants head with his owne mace,
And baild whome I list with my sword and buckler.
All the tenpenny alehouses would stand euery morning,
With a quart pot in his hand,
Saying will it please your worship drinke:
He that had not doone so had beene sure to haue had his
Singne puld down, & his latice borne a way the next night
To conclude, what haue I not done? yet cannot do this,
Doubtles he is preserued by Miracle.

Here enters Ales and Michaell.


Gre.
Hence Will, here comes M. Arden.

Ales
Ah gentle michaell art thou sure thei'r frends

Mic.
Why I saw them when they both shoke hands,
When Mosbie bled, he euen wept for sorrow:
And raild on Francklin that was cause of all.
No sooner came the Surgen in at doores,
But my M. tooke to his purse, and gaue him money.
And to conclude, sent me to bring you word,
That Mosbie, Francklin, Bradshaw, Adam fowle,
With diuers of his neighbors, and his frends,
Will come and sup with you at our house this night.

Ales.
Ah gentle Michaell, runne thou bak againe,
And when my husband walkes into the faire,
Bid Mosbie steale from him, and come to me.

And