Thus arm'd, thus mounted,
And thus accoutred, with his beiver upp,
Turne him out of the gates, neither attended
With squire or page, lyke a stronge knight adventures
To seeke a desperate fortune.
_Denis_. Hee may so if hee please
Ryde post unto the Devill.
_D'Av_. This I'l see doone,
'Tis a decree determinde.
_Denis_. Capp a pe
I'l see him arm'd and mounted.
[_Exeunt_.
_Enter Fryar Richard_.
_Fr. R_. This murder canott bee so smothered upp
But I in th'end shall paye for't; but feare still
Is wittye in prevention. Nowe for instance
There's but one refuge left mee, that's to flye:
The gates are shutt upon mee and myself
Am a badd foottman, yet these difficultyes
I can thus helpe; there to this place beelonges
A mare that every second d[a]yes' imployde
To carry corne and fetch meele from the mill,
Distant som half league off; I by this beast
Will fashion myne escape.--What, baker, ho!
_Within Baker_. What's hee that calls so early?
_Fr. R_. I, Fryar _Richard_.
_Baker_. What would you have that you are stirringe thus
An hower before the Dawne.
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