Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals) history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 519 words
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What think you best to do? Faith master maior, here's a few straggling houses beyond the bridge, and a little Inn where carriers use to lodge, though I think surely he would near lodge there: but we'll go search, & the rather, because there came notice to the town the last night of an Irish man, that had done a murder, whom we are to make search for. Come I pray you, and be circumspect. First beset the house, before you begin the search. Content, every man take a several place. Keep, keep, strike him down there, down with him. Come you villainous heretic, confess where your master is. Vat mester? Vat mester, you counterfeit rebel, this shall not serve your turn. Be sent Patrick I ha' no mester. Where's the lord Cobham sir Iohn Oldcastle that lately is escaped out of the Tower. Vat lort Cobham? You counterfeit, this shall not serve you, we'll torture you, we'll make you to confess where that arch-heretic Lord Cobham is: come bind him fast. Ahone, ahone, ahone, a Cree. Ahone, you crafty rascal? Harpoole, Harpoole, I hear a marvelous noise about the house, God warrant us, I fear we are pursued: what Harpoole. Who calls there? 'tis I, dost thou not hear a noise about the house? Yes mary do I, zounds, I can not find my hose, this Irish rascal that was lodged with me all night, hath stolen my apparel, and has left me nothing but a lousy mantle, and a pair of broags. Get up, get up, and if the carrier and his wench be asleep, change you with them as he hath done with me, and see if we can escape. Stand close, here comes the Irish man that did the murder, by all tokens, this is he. And perceiving the house beset, would get away: stand sirrah. What art thou that bidst me stand? I am the Officer, and am come to search for an Irish man, such a villain as thyself, that hast murdered a man this last night by the high way. 'sblood Constable, art thou mad? am I an Irish man? Sirrah, we'll find you an Irish man before we part: lay hold upon him. Make him fast: O thou bloody rogue! What will these Ostlers sleep all day? Good morrow, good morrow, Come wench, come, Saddle, saddle, now afore God too ford-days, ha? Who comes there? Oh 'tis Lancashire carrier, let him pass. What, will nobody open the gates here? Come, let's in't stable to look to our capons. Host, why ostler, zwookes, here's such abomination company of boys: a pox of this pigsty at the house end, it fills all the house full of fleas, ostler, ostler. Who calls there, what would you have? Zwookes, do you rob your guests? do you lodge rogues and slaves, and scoundrels, ha? they ha' stolen our doths here: why ostler? A murrain choke you, what a bawling you keep. How now, what would the carrier have? look up there. They say that the man and woman that lay by them have stolen their clothes.
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What thinke you best to do? Faith maister maior, heeres a few stragling houses beyond the bridge, and a little Inne where cariers vse to lodge, though I thinke surely he would nere lodge there: but weele go search, & the rather, because there came notice to the towne the last night of an Irish man, that had done a murder, whome we are to make search for. Come I pray you, and be circumspect. First beset the house, before you begin the search. Content, euery man take a seuerall place. Keepe, keepe, strike him downe there, downe with him. Come you villainous heretique, confesse where you maister is. Vat mester? Vat mester, you counterfeit rebell, this shall no serue your turne. Be sent Patrike I ha no mester. VVheres the lord Cobham sir Iohn Old-castle tha lately is escaped out of the Tower. Vat lort Cobham? You counterfeit, this shal not serue you, weele torture you, weele make you to confesse where that arch-heretique Lord Cobham is: come binde him fast. Ahone, ahone, ahone, a Cee. Ahone, you crafty rascall? Harpoole, Harpoole, I heare a maruelous noyse about the house, God warant vs, I feare wee are pursued: what Harpoole. VVho calles there? Tis I, dost thou not heare a noyse about the house? Yes mary doe I, zwounds, I can not finde my hose, this Irish rascall that was lodgde with me all night, hath stolne my apparell, and has left me nothing but a lowsie mantle, and a paire of broags. Get vp, get vp, and if the carier and his wench be asleep, change you with them as he hath done with me, and see if we can escape. Stand close, heere comes the Irish man that didde the murther, by all tokens, this is he. And perceiuing the house beset, would get away: stand sirra. What art thou that bidst me stand? I am the Officer, and am come to search for an Irish man, such a villaine as thy selfe, that hast murthered a man this last night by the hie way. Sbloud Constable, art thou madde? am I an Irish man? Sirra, weele finde you an Irish man before we part: lay hold vpon him. Make him fast: O thou bloudy rogue! What will these Ostlers sleepe all day? Good morow, good morow, Come wench, come, Saddle, saddle, now afore God too foord-dayes, ha? Who comes there? Oh tis Lankashire carier, let him passe. What, will no body open the gates here? Come, lets int stable to looke to our capons. Hoste, why ostler, zwookes, heres such abomination company of boies: a pox of this pigstie at the house end, it filles all the house full of fleas, ostler, ostler. Who calles there, what would you haue? Zwookes, do you robbe your ghests? doe you lodge rogues and slaues, and scoundrels, ha? they ha stolne our doths here: why ostler? A murrein choake you, what a bawling you keepe. How now, what woulde the carrier haue? looke vp there. They say that the man and woman that lay by them haue stolne their clothes.