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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A08469	The first part of the true and honorable historie, of the life of Sir Iohn Old-castle, the good Lord Cobham As it hath been lately acted by the right honorable the Earle of Notingham Lord high Admirall of England his seruants.; Sir John Oldcastle.	Munday, Anthony, 1553-1633. aut; Drayton, Michael, 1563-1631. aut; Wilson, Robert, d. 1600. aut; Hathway, Richard, fl. 1598-1602. aut	1600 (1600)	STC 18795; ESTC S106323	46,191	82

King hath well decreed Bishop Yea yea sir Iohn if he would keepe his word But I perceiue he fauours him so much As this will be to small effect I feare sir Iohn Why then I le tell you what y' are best to do If you suspect the King will be but cold In reprehending him send you a processe too To serue vpon him so you may be sure To make him answer 't howsoere it fall Bishop And well remembred I will haue it so A Sumner shall be sent about it strait Exit sir Iohn Yea doe so in the meane space this remaines For kinde sir Iohn of Wrotham honest Iacke Me thinkes the purse of gold the Bishop gaue Made a good shew it had a tempting looke Beshrew me but my fingers ends do itch To be vpon those rudduks well t is thus I am not as the worlde does take me for If euer woolfe were cloathed in sheepes coate Then I am he olde huddle and twang yfaith A priest in shew but in plaine termes a theefe Yet let me tell you too an honest theefe One that will take it where it may besp And spend it freely in good fellowship I haue as many shapes as Proteus had That still when any villany is done There may be none suspect it was sir Iohn Besides to comfort me for what 's this life Except the crabbed bitternes thereof Be sweetened now and then with lechery I haue my Doll my concubine as t' were To frollicke with a lusty bounsing gerle But whilst I loyter here the gold may scape And that must not be so it is mine owne Therefore I le meete him on his way to court And shriue him of it there will be the sport Exit Enter three or foure poore people some souldiers some old men 1 God help God help there 's law for punishing But there 's no law for our necessity There be more stockes to set poore soldiers in Than there be houses to releeue them at Old man Faith housekeeping decayes in euery place Euen as Saint Peter writ still worse and worse 4 Maister maior of Rochester has giuen commaundement that none shall goe abroade out of the parish and they haue set an order downe forsooth what euery poore housholder must giue towards our reliefe where there be some ceased I may say to you had almost as much neede to beg as we 1 It is a hard world the while Old man If a poore man come to a doore to aske for Gods sake they aske him for a licence or a certificate from a Iustice 2 Faith we haue none but what we beare vppon our bodies our maimed limbs God help vs 4 And yet as lame as I am I le with the king into France if I can crawle but a ship-boorde I hadde rather be slaine in France than starue in England Olde man Ha were I but as lusty as I was at the battell of Shrewsbury I would not doe as I do but we are now come to the good lord Cobhams to the best man to the poore that is in all Kent 4 God blesse him there be but few such Enter Lord Cobham with Harpoole Cob. Thou peeuish froward man what wouldst thou haue Harp This pride this pride brings all to beggarie I seru'de your father and your grandfather Shew me such two men now no no Your backes your backes the diuell and pride Has cut the throate of all good housekeeping They were the best Yeomens masters that Euer were in England Cob. Yea except thou haue a crue of seely knaues And sturdy rogues still feeding at my gate There is no hospitalitie with thee Harp They may sit at the gate well enough but the diuell of any thing you giue them except they will eate stones Cob. T is long then of such hungry knaues as you pointing to the beggars Yea sir here 's your retinue your guests be come They know their howers I warrant you Old God blesse your honour God saue the good Lord Cobham and all his house Soul Good your honour bestow your blessed almes Vpon poore men Cob. Now sir here be your Almes knights Now are you as safe as the Emperour Harp My Almes knights nay th' are yours It is a shame for you and I le stand too 't Your foolish almes maintaines more vagabonds Then all the noblemen in Kent beside Out you rogues you knaues worke for your liuings Alas poore men O Lord they may beg their hearts out There 's no more charitie amongst men Then amongst so many mastiffe dogges What make you here you needy knaues Away away you villaines 2. soul. I beseech you sit be good to vs Cobham Nay nay they know thee well enough I thinke that all the beggars in this land are thy acquaintance goe bestowe your almes none will controule you sir Harp What should I giue them you are growne so beggarly you haue scarce a bitte of breade to giue at your doore you talke of your religion so long that you haue banished charitie from amongst you a man may make a flaxe shop in your kitchin chimnies for any fire there is stirring Cobham If thou wilt giue them nothing send them hence let them not stand here staruing in the colde Harp Who I driue them hence if I driue poore men from your doore I le be hangd I know not what I may come to my selfe yea God help you poore knaues ye see the world yfaith well you had a mother well God be with thee good Lady thy soule 's at rest she gaue more in shirts and smocks to poore children then you spend in your house yet you liue a beggar too Cobham Euen the worst deede that ere my mother did was in releeuing such a foole as thou Harpoole Yea yea I am a foole still with all your wit you will die a beggar go too Cobham Go you olde foole giue the poore people something go in poore men into the inner court and take such alms as there is to be had Souldier God blesse your honor Harpoole Hang you roags hang you there 's nothing but misery amongst you you feare no law you Exit Olde man God blesse you good maister Rafe God saue your life you are good to the poore still Enter the Lord Powes disguised and shrowde himselfe Cobham What fellow 's yonder comes along the groue Few passengers there be that know this way Me thinkes he stops as though he stayd for me And meant to shrowd himselfe amongst the bushes I know the Cleargie hate me to the death And my religion gets me many foes And this may be some desperate rogue Subornd to worke me mischiefe As it Pleaseth God if he come toward me sure I le stay his comming be he but one man What soere he be The Lord Powis comes on I haue beene well acquainted with that face Powis Well met my honorable lord and friend Cobham You are welcome sir what ere you be But of this sodaine sir I do not know you Powis I am one