Here enters Lord Cheiny with his men.
Will. Stand to it, Shakebag, and be resolute.
L. Cheiny. Is it so near night as it seems,
Or will this black-faced evening have a shower?
—What, Master Arden? you are well met,
I have longed this fortnight’s day to speak with you:
You are a stranger, man, in the Isle of Sheppy. 100
Arden. Your honour’s always! bound to do you service.
L. Cheiny. Come you from London, and ne’er a man with you?
Arden. My man’s coming after, but here’s
My honest friend that came along with me.
L. Cheiny. My Lord Protector’s man I take you to be.
Franklin. Ay, my good lord, and highly bound to you.
L. Cheiny. You and your friend come home and sup with me.
Arden. I beseech your honour pardon me;
I have made a promise to a gentleman,
My honest friend, to meet him at my house; 110
The occasion is great, or else would I wait on you.