A street.
[Enter two servants with Yeoman Dogson to arrest the Scholar, George Pye-board.]
PUT. His Hostess where he lies will trust him no longer: she has feed me to arrest him; and if you will accompany me, because I know not of what Nature the Scholar is, whether desperate or swift, you shall share with me, Servant Raven- shaw. I have the good Angell to arrest him.
RAVEN. Troth, I'll take part with thee, then, Sergeant, not for the sake of the money so much, as for the hate I bear to a Scholar: why, Sergeant, tis Natural in us, you know, to hate Scholars, natural: besides, the will publish our imperfections, Knaveries, and Convayances upon Scaffolds and Stages.
PUT. Aye, and spitefully, too; troth, I have wondered how the slaves could see into our breasts so much, when our doublets are buttoned with Pewter.
RAVEN. Aye, and so close without yielding; oh, they're parlous fellows, they will search more with their wits than a Constable with all his officers.
PUT. Whist, whist, whist! Yeoman Dogson Yeoman Dogson.
DOGSON. Ha, what says Sergeant?
PUT. Is he in the Pothecaries shop still?
DOGSON. Aye, aye.
PUT. Have an eye, have an eye.
RAVEN. The best is, Sergeant, if he be a true Scholar, he wears no weapon, I think.
PUT. No, no, he wears no weapon.
RAVEN. Mass, I am right glad of that: 'tas put me in better heart. Nay, if I clutch him once, let me alone to drag him if he be stiff-necked. I have been one of the six my self, that has dragged as tall men of their hands, when their weapons have been gone, as ever bastinadoed a Sergeant--I have done, I can tell you.
DOGSON. Sergeant Puttock, Sergeant Puttock.
PUT. Hoh.
DOGSON. He's coming out single.
PUT. Peace, peace, be not too greedy; let him play a little, let him play a litle: we'll jerk him up of a sudden. I ha fished in my time.
RAVEN. Aye, and caught many a fool, Sergeant.
[Enter Pye-board.]
PYE. I parted now from Nicholas: the chain's couched, And the old Knight has spent his rage upont; The widdow holds me in great Admiration For cunning Art: mongst joys I am 'een lost, For my device can no way now be crossed. And now I must to prison to the captain, And there--
PUT. I arrest you, sir.
PYE. Oh--I spoke truer then I was a ware, I must to prison indeed.
PUT. They say you're a scholar: nay, sir--Yeoman Dogson, have care to his arms--you'll rail again Sergeants, and stage 'em! you tickle their vices!
PYE. Nay, use me like a Gentleman, I'm little less.
PUT. You a Gentleman? That's a good Jest, ifaith; can a Scholar be a Gentleman,--when a Gentleman will not be a Scholar? look upon your wealthy Citizen's sons, whether they be Scholars or no, that are Gentlemen by their father's trades: a Scholar a Gentleman!
PYE. Nay, let Fortune drive all her stings into me, she cannot hurt that in me: a Gentleman is Accidens Inseperable to my blood.
RAVEN. A rablement, nay, you shall have a bloody rablement upon you, I warrant you.
PUT. Go, Yeoman Dogson, before, and Enter the Action 'ith Counter.
PYE. Pray do not hand me Cruelly, I'll go,
[Exit Dogson.]
Whether you please to have me.
PUT. Oh, he's tame; let him loose, sergeant.
PYE. Pray, at whose suit is this?
PUT. Why at your Hostesses suit where you lie, Mistress Cunnyburrow, for bed and board, the sum four pound five shillings and five pence.
PYE. I know the sum too true, yet I presumed Upon a farder day; well, tis my stars And I must bear it now, tho never harder. I swear now, my device is crossed indeed. Captain must lie bite: this is Deceit's seed.
PUT. Come, come away.
PYE. Pray, give me so much time as to knit my garter, and I'll a way with you.
PUT. Well, we must be paid for this waiting upon you, this is no pains to attend thus.
[Pye-board making to tie his garter.]
PYE. I am now wretched and miserable. I shall ne'er recover of this disease: hot Iron gnaw their fists! they have struck a Fever into my shoulder, which I shall ne'er shake out again, I fear me, till with a true Habeas Corpus the Sexton remove me.