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My self wil warrant ful so much, I know the abbots store,
come, But if there want of full so much, thy necke shall pay the
summe. Breake vp the coffer, frier.
Frier. Oh I am vndonę, faire Alice the nunne Hath tooke vp her rest in the abbots chelt. San&te benedicite, pardon my simplicitie. Fie Alice, confession will not salue this transgression. Philip. What haue we here, a holy nunne? so keepe me
God in health, A smooth facde nunne (for aught I know) is al the abbots
wealth. Is this the nunries chastitie? Beshrew me but I thinke They go as oft to venery as niggards to their drinke. Why paltry frier and pandar too, yee shamelesse shayen
crowne, Is this the chest that held a hoord,
at least a thousand pound? And is the hoord a holy whore ?
well, be the hangman nimble,
and teach you to dissemble..
a better neuer was
or reade a morning masse. If money be the meanes of this, I know an ancient nunne,
That hath a hoord these feuen yeeres,
did neuer see the sunne ;
so fauour now be showne,
as if it were your owne.
Philip. I chinke and see so:
Frier. To hide her from lay men.
Philip. For feare of the laitie: a pitiful dred
Nun. Faire sir, within this presle, of plate and mony is
Frier. Frier Laurence my lord, now holy water helpe vs,
Frier. Amor vincit omnia, fo Cato affirmeth,
Philip. How goes this geere ? the friers chest filld with a
fausen punne. The nunne again lockes frier vp,
to keepe him from the sunne. Belike the presle is purgatorie,
or penance passing grieuous : The friers chest a hell for nunnes !
how doe these dolts deceiue vs ? Is this the labour of their lives, to feede and live at ease? To reuell so lasciuiously as often as they please. Ile mend the fault or fault my aime,
if I doe misse amending, Tis better burne the cloysters downe,
than leaue them for offending. But holy you, to you I speake,
to you religious diuell, Is this the presse that holds the summe,
to quit you for your euill?
Nun. I crie peccaui, parce me, good fir I was beguil'd.
Fr. Absolue sir for charitie, shee would bee reconcil'd.
Phil. And so I shall, sirs bind them faft, This is their absolution,
goe hang them vp for hurting them, Haste them to execution.
Fr. Laurence. O tempus edax rerum,
To goe and fetch it, I will dispatch it,
Enter Peter a prophet, with people.
your fortunes I will reed.
and clime not ouer hie, For from aloft thy fortune stands, in hazard thou shalt die. Boy God be with you Peter, I pray you come to our
house a Sunday. Pet. My boy shew me thy hand, blesse thee my boy, for in thy palme I see a many troubles are ybent to dwel, But thou shalt scape them all, and doe full well.
Boy. I thanke you Peter, theres a cheese for your labor : my sister prayes yee to come home, and tell her how many husbands she shall haue, and shee'l giue you a rib of bacon.
Peter. My masters, stay at the townes end for me. Ile come to you all anone : I must dispatch some busines with a frier, and then Ile reade your fortunes.
Philip. How now, a prophet ! fir prophet whence are ye?
Peter. I am of the world and in the world, but liue not as others, by the world : what I am I know, and what thou wilt be I know. If thou knowest me now, be answered : if not, enquire no more what I am.
Phil. Sir, I know you will be a dissembling knaue, that deludes the people with blinde prophecies : you are hee I look for, you shal away with me : bring away all the rable, and yon frier Laurence, remember your raunfome a hundred pound, and a pardon for your selfe, and the rest; come on sir prophet, you shall with me, to receive a prophets rewarde.
Enter Hubert de Burgh with three men. Hubert. My masters, I haue sewed you what warrant I haue for this attempt; I perceiue by your heauy countenances, you had rather be otherwise imployed, and for my owne part, I would the king had made choice of some other executioner: only this is my comfort, that a king commaunds, whose precepts reglected or omitted, threatneth torture for the default : therefore in briefe, leaue me, and be ready to attend the aduenture : stay within that entry, and when you heare me crie, God saue the king, issue sodainely forth, lay hands on Arthur, fet him in his chaire, wherein (once fast bound) leaue him with me to finish the rest. Attendants. We goe, though loath.
Exeunt, Hubert. My lord, will it please your honor to take the benefit of the faire euening?
Enter Arthur to Hubert de Burgh.
Hubert. I know not prince, but as I gesse, not long.
They issue forth. Arthur. Why how now sirs, what may this outrage meane? O helpe me Hubert, gentle keeper help: God fend this sodaine mutinous approach Tend not to reaue a wretched guiltles life. Hubert. So firs, depart, and leave the rest for me.