fits not the follower of a secretarie.

Faulk.
My Lord, I weare my haire vppon a vow.

Shrew.
But for no penaunce of your sinnes I feare.

Sur.
No, hees no haire-cloth man, though he weare haire.

Moore.
ffaulkener, how long ist since you cutt your locks?

Faulk.
Three yeares my Lord.

Moore.
How long wilt be before your vow expire?

Faulk.
As many yeares as since my haire was cut.

Moore.
Sure, vowes are holy things, if they be made
to good intent, and Sir, you shall not say,
you were compelde by me to breake your vowe.
But till the expiration of the same,
because I will not haue ye walke the streetes,
for euery man to stand and wunder at,
I will c&obar;mitt ye prisoner vnto Newgate.
Except meane time, your conscience giue you leaue,
to dispense with the long vow that you haue made
Away with him.

Sur.
A Cell moste meete for such a votarie.

Faulk.
well Sir, and I may perhaps be bailde er't be long, and yet weare my haire

Moore.
And M^r. Sheriff of London, —they lead him out:
heere in his highnesse name we giue you charge,
continuall watche be kept through out the cittie,
for the suppressing of these mutinies.
And if heerafter ^note any that belong,
either to my Lord of winchester or Elie,
doo come into your Cittie with a weapon,
or abooue two of either faction,
shall be seene walking in the streetes together
or meete in Tauerne or in Ordinarie,
they be c&obar;mitted presently to prison.

Sur.
And cause to be proclaimd about the Cittie,
that no man whatsoeuer, that belongs,
either to my Lord of winchester or Elie,
doo walke without the liuerie of his Lord,
either in cloke or any other garment,
that notice may be taken of th'offenders. ^note Enter M^r. Morris. & ex. Sherif and the rest.

Moris.
God saue your honor my Lord Chauncellour.

Moor.
welcome M^r Morris, what newes Sir?

Moris.
I come moste humbly to entreate your honor,
in the behalfe of a poore man of mine.

Moore.
what, the votarie, that will not cut his haire,
vntill the expiration of his vow? ^note

Moris.
My lord, beeing sorie for his rude behauiour,
he hath cut his haire, and dooth conforme him selfe
[to honest decencie ^note] in his attire.

15Q0007Moore.
where is the fellow? I am glad to heare it.

Moris.
heere my good Lord. Faukener is brought

Moore.
you mock me surely, this is not the man.

Faulk.
yes indeed my Lord, I am he.

Moore.
Thou art not sure.
^notethe other was an vglie filthie knaue,
thou, a good featurde and well fauourd man.
why see what monsters you will make your selues,
by cherishing a lothsome excrement,
t'abuse the goodly ymage of a man,
whom God did frame so excellent a creature.
well, be a peaceable and ciuill man,
I doo dischardge thee.

Faulk.
I humbly thanke your honor.

Moris.
And my selfe
[shall rest moste] thankfull for this gracious fauour.

Moore.
wilt please your honors now to keepe your way:
I feare the Lordes are hindered by our stay. —exeunt Lordes.

Moris.
See Sir what your Ruffian tricks come too,
you thinke the eye of wisedome doo's ^note not see,
into the brainsick follies of vaine heades,
but with your swaggering, you can bear't away.

Faulk.
Sir, I confesse I haue bin much misgouernde,
and led by ydle spleenes, which now I see,
are like them selues, meere sottishe vanitie.
when
the Iayle I better
llde to minde
the graue rebukes of my Lord Chauncell

^noteand lookte into my selfe with more res

then my rashe heate before would let m

I caused a Barber presently be sent f

and moou'de your woorship then
for me.
but when I fall into

casheere me

^note

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