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My self wil warrant ful so much, I know the abbots store,
Ile pawn my life there is no lesse, to hauę what ere is more.
Phil. I take thy word, the ouerplus vnto thy share shal

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,
Hee'l take the paine to pay you home,

and teach you to dissemble..
Nunne. O spare the frier Airthony,

a better neuer was
To sing a dirige folennely,

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 ;
And that is yours, and what is ours,

so fauour now be showne,
You shall commauad as commonly,

as if it were your owne.
Frier. Your honour excepted.
Nunne, I Thomas, I meane so.
Philip. From all saue from friers.
Nunne. Good fir, doe not thinke fo.

Philip. I chinke and see so:
Why how camít thou here?

Frier. To hide her from lay men.
Nunne. Tis true fir, for feare.

Philip. For feare of the laitie: a pitiful dred
When a nunne flies for succour to a fat friers bed.
But now for your ransome my cloyster-bred conney,
To the chest that you spoke of where lies so much mony.

Nun. Faire sir, within this presle, of plate and mony is
The valew of a thousand markes, and other thing by gis.
Let vs alone, and take it all, tis yours sir, now you know it.
Phi. Come on fir frier, picke the locke, this geere doth

cotton hansome,
That couetousnesse so cunningly must pay the lechers ransome.
What is in the hoord ?

Frier. Frier Laurence my lord, now holy water helpe vs,
Some witch or some diuell is sent to delude vs :
Hand credo Laurentius, that thou shouldst be pend thus
In the presse of a nunne we are all vndone,
And brought to discredence if thou be frier Laurence.

Frier. Amor vincit omnia, fo Cato affirmeth,
And therefore a frier whose fancie foon burneth,
Because he is mortall and made of mould,
He omits what he ought, and doth more than he should.




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,
Giue children bookes they teare them.
O vanitas vanitatis, in this waning ætatis,
At threescore welneere, to goe to this geere,
To my conscience a clog, to die like a dog.
Exaudi me domine, fiuis me parce
Dabo pecuniam, fi habeo veniam.


To goe and fetch it, I will dispatch it,
A hundred pound sterling, for my liues sparing.

Enter Peter a prophet, with people.
Pet. Hoe, who is here ? S. Francis be your speed,
Come in my flocke, and follow me,

your fortunes I will reed.
Come hither boy, goe get thee home,

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.
Arthur. Gramercie Hubert for thy care of me,
In or to whom restraint is newly knowne,
The ioy of walking is small benefit,
Yet will I take thy offer with small thanks,
I would not loose the pleasure of the eie.
But tell me curteous keeper if thou can,
How long the king will haue me tarrie heere.

Hubert. I know not prince, but as I gesse, not long.
God send you freedome, and God faue the king.

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.


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