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 With termes nor titles, hee's at rest in bed, Kings do not vse to watch themselues, they sleepe, And let rebellion and conspiracie, Reuel and hauocke in the common wealth, Is London lookt vnto?

Hunt.It is my Lord, Your noble Vncle Exceter is there, Your brother Gloucester and my Lord of Warwicke, Who with the maior and the Aldermen, Do guard the gates, and keepe good rule within, The Earle of Cambridge, and sir Thomas Gray, Do walke the Round, Lord Scroope and Butler skout, So though it please your maiestie to iest, Were you in bed, well might you take your rest,

K. Hen.I thank ye Lords, but you do know of old, That I haue bin a perfect night-walker, London you say is safely lookt vnto, Alas poore rebels, there your ayd must faile, And the Lord Cobham sir Iohn Old-castle, Hee's quiet in Kent, Acton ye are deceiu'd, Reckon againe, you count without your host, To morrow you shall giue account to vs, Til when my friends, this long cold winters night, How can we spend? King Harry is a sleepe, And al his Lords, these garments tel vs so, Al friends at footebal, fellowes all in field, Harry, and Dicke, and George, bring vs a drumme, Giue vs square dice, weele keepe this court of guard, For al good fellowes companies that come. Wheres that mad priest ye told me was in Armes, To fight, as wel as pray, if neede required?

Suff.Hees in the Camp, and if he knew of this, I vndertake he would not be long hence.

Har.Trippe Dicke, Trippe George.

Hunt.I must haue the dice, What do we play at? Suff.