Hat. What odious death, I pray?
Alf. Eaten with Rats, Whilest he was living, for the wrong he did Unto the poore, the branches of our God.
Hat. Tis true, and therefore, call the poore againe. Come hither, friends, I did forget my selfe. Pray for me, ther's some silver for thy wants.
2. Now the Lord blesse you and keep your good face[169] from being Mouse-eaten; wee came thinking wee should have some dole at the Bishops funerall, but now this shall serve our turne, wee will pray for you night and day.
Hat. Goe to the backe-gate, and you shall have dole.
Om. O the Lord save thee. [Exeunt Beggers.
Hat. These Beggers pray and curse both in a breath. Oh wherefore should we fawne upon such curres, The mice of mankind, and the scorne of earth?
Alf. So said our brother.
Hat. And he was a Bishop, Had read the Scripture and knew what he said.
Alf. But he hath bought[170] that saying with his death, With such a loathsome and notorious death As while the World's a World 'twill speake of Meath.