DOLL.
Before God, tis excellent; and I’ll maintain the suit to be honest.
SHERWIN.
Well, say tis read, what is your further meaning in the matter?
GEORGE. What! marry, list to me. No doubt but this will store us with friends enow, whose names we will closely keep in writing; and on May day next in the morning we’ll go forth a Maying, but make it the worst May day for the strangers that ever they saw. How say ye? do ye subscribe, or are ye faint-hearted revolters?
DOLL.
Hold thee, George Betts, there’s my hand and my heart: by the
Lord, I’ll make a captain among ye, and do somewhat to be talk of
for ever after.
WILLIAMSON. My masters, ere we part, let’s friendly go and drink together, and swear true secrecy upon our lives.
GEORGE.
There spake an angel. Come, let us along, then.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. London. The Sessions House.
[An arras is drawn, and behind it as in sessions sit the Lord Mayor,
Justice Suresby, and other Justices; Sheriff More and the other
Sheriff sitting by. Smart is the plaintiff, Lifter the prisoner at the
bar. Recorder, Officers.]
LORD MAYOR.
Having dispatched our weightier businesses,
We may give ear to petty felonies.
Master Sheriff More, what is this fellow?