1. ward.
Hoe, make a guarde there.

2.
M^r. Lieutenant giues a straite c&obar;maund,
the people be auoyded from the bridge.

3.
ffrom whence is he c&obar;mitted, who can tell?

1.
^noteffrom durham house I heare.

2.
The Guarde were waitting ^note there an houre agoe.

3.
If he stay long, heele not get neere the wharffe,
ther's such a croude of Boates vppon the Themes. ^note

1. ^note
well, be it spoken with out offence to any,
A wiser, or more vertuous Gentleman
was neuer bred in England.

2. ^note
I thinke the poore will burie him in teares.
I neuer heard a man since I was borne,
so generally bewailde of euery one. Enter a poore woman.

3. ^note
what meanes this woman? whether doost thou presse?

1.
^noteThis woman will be trod to death annon.

2.
what makest thou heere?

wo.
To speake with that good man Sir Thomas Moore.

1. ^note
To speake with him? hees not Lord Chauncellour.

wo.
The more's the pittie Sir, if it pleasde God.

1. ^note
Therfore if thou hast a petition to deliuer,
thou mayst keepe it now, for any thing I knowe.

wo.
I am a poore woman, and haue had (God knowes,)
a suite this two yeare in the Chauncerie,
And he hath all the euidence I haue,
which should I loose, I am vtterly vndoone.

1. ^note
ffaith, and I feare thoult hardly come by am ^note now, ^note
I am sorie for thee euen with all my hart. Enter the Lords with Sir Thomas Moore, and attendants, and enter Lieutenant and Gentleman Porter.

2. ^note
woman stand back, you must auoyde this place,
the Lords must passe this way into the Tower.

Moore.
I thanke your Lordships for your paines thus farre,
to my strong house.

wo.
Now good Sir Thomas Moore, for Christes deare sake,
deliuer me my writings back againe,
that doo concerne my title.

Moore.
what, my olde client, are ^note thou got hether too?
Poore sillie wretche, I must confesse indeed,
I had such writings as concerne thee neere,
But the King has tane the matter into his owne hand,
he has all I had, then [s] woman sue to him,
I cannot help thee, thou must beare with me.

wo.
Ah gentle hart, my soule for thee is sad,
farewell the best freend that the poore ere had. —exit woman.

Gent. Por.
Before you enter through the Tower gate,
your vpper garment Sir belongs to me.

Moore.
Sir you shall haue it, there it is. &fslash; he giues him his cap.

Gent. Por.
The vpmoste on your back Sir, you mistake me.

Moore.
Sir, now I vnderstand ^note ye very ^note well
but that you name my back,
Sure else my Cap had bin the vppermoste.

Shrew.
ffarewell kinde Lord, God send vs merie meeting.

Moore.
Amen my Lord.

Sur.
ffarewell deare freend, I hope your safe returne. ^note

Moore.
My Lord, and my [moste] deare fellowe in the Muses
ffarewell, farewell moste noble Poett.

Lieu.
Adewe moste honord Lords. ex. Lords

Moore.
ffayre prison, welcome, yet me thinkes,
for thy fayre building, tis too foule a name.
Many a guiltie soule, and many an innocent,
haue breathde their farewell to thy hollowe roomes.
I oft haue entred into thee this way,
yet I thanke God, nere with a clearer conscience
then at this houre.
This is my comforte yet, how hard so ere
my lodging prooue, the crye of the poore suter,
fatherlesse Orphane or distressed widdowe,
shall not distube ^note me in my quiet sleepe.
On then a Gods name to our cloase aboade:
God is as strong heere as he is abroade
exeunt

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