And for thy glorie I will bind thy browes,
Not with a poets garland[1327] made of baies,
But with a coronet of choicest gold. 65
Whilst then we set[1328] to Oxford with our troupes,
Lets in and banquet in our English court.
Exit.
[Scene Fifth. A Street in Oxford.]
Enter Raphe Simnell in Edwardes apparell; Edward, Warren, Ermsby, disguised.
Raphe. Where be these vacabond knaves, that they attend no better on their master?
Edward. If it please your honour, we are all ready at an inch.[1329]