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 Only my conscience for the Gospels sake, Is cause of all the troubles I sustaine.

Lady.O my deere Lord, what shall betide of vs? You to the Tower, and I turnd out of doores, Our substance ceaz'd vnto his highnesse vse, Euen to the garments longing to our backes.

Harp.Patience good madame, things at worst will mend, And if they doe not, yet our liues may end.

Bish.Vrge it no more, for if an Angell spake, I sweare by sweet saint Peters blessed keyes, First goes he to the Tower, then to the stake.

Crom.But by your leaue, this warrant doth not stretch To imprison her.

Bishop.No, turne her out of doores, Euen as she is, and leade him to the Tower, With guard enough for feare of rescuing.

LadyO God requite thee thou bloud-thirsty man.

Oldca.May it not be my Lord of Rochester? Wherein haue I incurd your hate so farre, That my appeale vnto the King's denide?

Bish.No hate of mine, but power of holy church, Forbids all fauor to false heretikes.

Oldca.Your priuate malice more than publike power, Strikes most at me, but with my life it ends.

Harp.O that I had the Bishop in that feare, That once I had his Sumner by our selues.

Crom.My Lord yet graunt one sute vnto vs all, That this same auncient seruing man may waite Vpon my lord his master in the Tower.

Bish.This old iniquitie, this heretike? That in contempt of our church discipline, Compeld my Sumner to deuoure his processet Old Ruffian past-grace, vp start schismatike, Had not the King prayd vs to pardon ye, Ye had fryed for it, ye grizild heretike.

Harp.Sbloud my lord Bishop}, ye do me wrong, I am  ther