But leaving that, lets hie[1373] to Bacon straight, 30
To see if he will take this taske in hand.
Clement. Stay, what rumor is this? The towne is up in a mutinie: what hurly burlie is this?
Enter a Constable, with Raphe, Warren, Ermsbie, and Miles.
Constable. Nay, maisters, if you were nere so good, you shall before the doctors to aunswer your misdemeanour. 35
Burden. Whats the matter, fellow?
Constable. Marrie, sir, heres a companie of rufflers,[1374] that, drinking in the taverne, have made a great braule, and almost kilde the vintner.
Miles. Salve, Doctor Burden![1375] This lubberly lurden,[1376] 40
Ill-shapte and ill faced, disdaind and disgraced,
What he tels unto vobis mentitur de nobis.