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 And meete in fields and solitary groues.

sir IhonWas euer heard (my Lord) the like til now? That theeues and rebells, s bloud heretikes, Playne heretikes, Ile stand toote to their teeth, Should haue to colour, their vile practises, A title of such worth, as Protestant?

Suf.O but you must not sweare, it ill becomes One of your coate, to rappe out bloudy oathes.

Bish.Pardon him good my Lord, it is his zeale, An honest country prelate, who laments To see such foule disorder in the church.

Sir IohnTheres one they call him Sir Iohn Old-castle, He has not his name for naught: for like a castle Doth he encompasse them within his walls, But till that castle be subuerted quite, We ne're shall be at quiet in the realme.

Bish.That is our sute, my Lord, that he be tane, And brought in question for his heresie, Beside, two letters brought me out of Wales, Wherin my Lord Herford writes to me, What tumult and sedition was begun, About the Lord Cobham, at the Sises there, For they had much ado to calme the rage, And that the valiant Herbert is there slaine.

Suf.A fire that must be quencht; wel, say no more, The King anon goes to the counsell chamber, There to debate of matters touching France: As he doth passe by, Ile informe his grace Concerning your petition: Master Butler, If I forget, do you remember me,

But.I will my Lord.

Bish.Not for a recompence, But as a token of our loue to you, By me my Lords of the cleargie do present This purse, and in it full a thousand Angells, Praying your Lordship to accept their gift. Suf.