25 In laud and honour of the God of heauen,
[♦] And triumphs of this happie victorie. (Exet omnes.
SC. XX. dat
[♦] Eyden. Good Lord how pleasant is this country life,
This litle land my father left me here,
With my contented minde serues me as well,
As all the pleasures in the Court can yeeld,
5 Nor would I change this pleasure for the Court.
[♦] Cade. Sounes, heres the Lord of the soyle, Stand villaine, thou wilt betraie mee to the King, and get a thousand crownes for [♦] my head, but ere thou goest, ile make thee eate yron like an Astridge, and swallow my sword like a great pinne.
10 Eyden. Why sawcy companion, why should I betray thee?