Euph.—­Twas well done both, this action rarely fell; Where women trie their wits, bad plots prove well.

[Exeunt omnes.

[SCENE 2.]

Enter three Beggers.

1.  Come away, fellow louse, thou art ever eating.

2.  Have I not neede, that must feede so many Cannibals as will waite on me whether I will or no?

3.  Heres one in my necke, I would ’twere on thy shoulder.

1.  Keepe it your selfe, I have retainers enow of mine owne.

2.  But whether are you going now?

1.  Why, are you our King, and doe not know that?

2.  Your King?  I am a very roguish King and I hav a companie of lowsie subjects.

    Enter Hatto and Alfrid conferring.

2.  But looke about my ragged subjects, here comes somebody.

1.  O the devills; shall we aske them an almes?

2.  Why not? now the rats have eaten up their brother Bishop they will be more charitable; your vocation, you slaves.

3.  For the Lord sake, be pittifull to a companie of poore men.

Hatto.  What cry is this? beggars so neere the doore Of our deceased brother? whip them hence Or bring the Mastiffe foorth [to] worry them.  They are lazie drones, ’tis pittie such should live.

1.  I told you, my Lord, how we should find them; whip us! leade the way, soveraigne, weele none of your whipping.

Hat.  Hence with these dogs! what make they neere this house?

2.  He will be eaten with rats too, he looks like a piece of cheese alreadie.

Hat.  You Rogues.

Alf.  Good brother, stay your self from wrath; Thinke on the Bishop and his odious death.

Hat.  What odious death, I pray?

Alf.  Eaten with Rats, Whilest he was living, for the wrong he did Unto the poore, the branches of our God.

Hat.  Tis true, and therefore, call the poore againe.  Come hither, friends, I did forget my selfe.  Pray for me, ther’s some silver for thy wants.

2.  Now the Lord blesse you and keep your good face[169] from being Mouse-eaten; wee came thinking wee should have some dole at the Bishops funerall, but now this shall serve our turne, wee will pray for you night and day.

Hat.  Goe to the backe-gate, and you shall have dole.

Om.  O the Lord save thee.
                                    [Exeunt Beggers.

Hat.  These Beggers pray and curse both in a breath.  Oh wherefore should we fawne upon such curres, The mice of mankind, and the scorne of earth?

Alf.  So said our brother.

Hat.  And he was a Bishop, Had read the Scripture and knew what he said.

Alf.  But he hath bought[170] that saying with his death, With such a loathsome and notorious death As while the World’s a World ’twill speake of Meath.