Sir John Oldcastle

by Shakespeare

CONSTABLE. Come, you villainous heretic, confess where your master is.

IRISHMAN.
Vat mester?

MAYOR. Vat mester, you counterfeit rebel? this shall not serve your turn.

IRISHMAN.
Be sent Patrick I ha no mester.

CONSTABLE. Where’s the lord Cobham, sir John Old-castle, that lately is escaped out of the Tower?

IRISHMAN.
Vat lort Cobham?

MAYOR.
You counterfeit, this shall not serve you; we’ll torture
you, we’ll make you to confess where that arch-heretic,
Lord Cobham, is: come, bind him fast.

IRISHMAN.
Ahone, ahone, ahone, a Cree!

CONSTABLE.
Ahone, you crafty rascal!

[Exeunt.]