[♦] Marry I will that married men shall hold of me in capitie,
And that their wiues shalbe as free as hart can thinke, or toong can (tell.
Enter Robin.
Robin. O Captaine, London bridge is a fire.
Cade. Runne to Billingsgate, and fetche pitch and flaxe and [70] squench it.
Enter Dicke and a Sargiant.
Sargiant. Iustice, iustice, I pray you sir, let me haue iustice of this fellow here.
Cade. Why what has he done?
Sarg. Alasse sir he has rauisht my wife.
75 Dicke. Why my Lord he would haue rested me,