HARPOOLE.
Welcome, Constable, welcome, Constable; what news with thee?
CONSTABLE. And’t please you, Master Harpoole, I am to make hue and cry, for a fellow with one eye that has robbed two Clothiers, and am to crave your hindrance, for to search all suspected places; and they say there was a woman in the company.
HARPOOLE.
Hast thou been at the Alehouse? hast thou sought there?
CONSTABLE. I durst not search, sir, in my Lord Cobham’s liberty, except I had some of his servants, which are for my warrant.
HARPOOLE. An honest Constable! an honest Constable! Call forth him that keeps the Alehouse here.
CONSTABLE.
Ho! who’s within there?
[Enter Ale-man.]
ALE MAN.
Who calls there? come near a God’s name! Oh, is’t you,
Master Constable and Master Harpoole? you are welcome
with all my heart. What make you here so early this morning?
HARPOOLE. Sirra, what strangers do you lodge? there is a robbery done this morning, and we are to search for all suspected persons.
ALE MAN. God’s bores! I am sorry for’t: yfaith, sir, I lodge no body but a good honest merry priest,—they call him sir John a Wrotham— and a handsome woman that is his niece, that he says he has some suit in law for; and as they go up & down to London, sometimes they lie at my house.