Enter WARMAN.

WAR.  Banish’d from all, of all I am bereft! 
No more than what I wear unto me left. 
O wretched, wretched grief, desertful fall! 
Striving to get all, I am reft of all. 
Yet if I could awhile myself relieve,
Till Ely be in some place settled,
A double restitution should I get,
And these sharp sorrows, that have joy suppress’d,
Should turn to joy with double interest.

    Enter a GENTLEMAN, Warman’s Cousin.

And in good time, here comes my cousin Warman,
Whom I have often pleasur’d in my time. 
His house at Bingham I bestow’d on him,
And therefore doubt not, he will give me house-room. 
Good even, cousin.

COU.  O cousin Warman, what good news with you?

WAR.  Whither so far a-foot walk you in Sherwood?

COU.  I came from Rotherham; and by hither Farnsfield
My horse did tire, and I walk’d home a-foot.

WAR.  I do beseech you, cousin, at some friend’s,
Or at your own house, for a week or two
Give me some succour.

COU.  Ha! succour, say you?  No, sir: 
I heard at Mansfield how the matter stands;
How you have justly lost your goods and lands,
And that the prince’s indignation
Will fall on any that relieves your state. 
Away from me! your treacheries I hate. 
You, when your noble master was undone,
(That honourable-minded Huntington),
Who forwarder than you all to distrain? 
And, as a wolf that chaseth on the plain
The harmless hind, so wolf-like you pursued
Him and his servants.  Vile ingratitude,
Damn’d Judasism,[231] false wrong, abhorred treachery,
Impious wickedness, wicked impiety! 
Out, out upon thee! foh, I spit at thee!

WAR.  Good cousin.

COU.  Away!  I’ll spurn thee if thou follow me.
          
                             [Exit.

WAR.  O just heaven, how thou plagu’st iniquity! 
All that he has my hand on him bestowed. 
My master gave me all I ever owed,
My master I abus’d in his distress;
In mine my kinsman leaves me comfortless.

Enter JAILER of Nottingham, leading a dog.

Here comes another; one that yesterday
Was at my service, came when I did call,
And him I made jailer of Nottingham. 
Perchance some pity dwells within the man;
Jailer, well met; dost thou not know me, man?

JAI.  Yes, thou art Warman; every knave knows thee.

WAR.  Thou know’st I was thy master yesterday.

JAI.  Ay, but ’tis not as it was:  farewell; go by.

WAR.  Good George, relieve my bitter misery.

JAI.  By this flesh and blood, I will not. 
No, if I do, the devil take me quick. 
I have no money, beggar:  balk the way!

WAR.  I do not ask thee money.

JAI.  Wouldst ha’ meat?

WAR.  Would God I had a little bread to eat.