Roch.
What intricate confusion have we here?
Not two hours since we apprehended one
In habit Irish, but in speech not so;
And now you bring another, that in speech
Is Irish, but in habit English: yea,
And more than so, the servant of that heretick
Lord Cobham.

Irishm.

Fait me be no servant of de lort Cobham; me be Mack-Shane of Ulster.

Roch.
Otherwise call'd Harpool of Kent; go to, sir,
You cannot blind us with your broken Irish.

Sir John.
Trust me, lord bishop, whether Irish or English,
Harpool or not Harpool, that I leave to the trial:
But sure I am, this man by face and speech,
Is he that murder'd young sir Richard Lee;
(I met him presently upon the fact)
And that he slew his master for that gold,
Those jewels, and that chain, I took from him.

Roch.
Well, our affairs do call us back to London,
So that we cannot prosecute the cause,
As we desire to do; therefore we leave
The charge with you, to see they be convey'd [To the Constable.
To Hertford 'sizes: both this counterfeit,
And you, sir John of Wrotham, and your wench;
For you are culpable as well as they,
Though not for murder, yet for felony.
But since you are the means to bring to light
This graceless murder, you shall bear with you
Our letters to the judges of the bench,
To be your friends in what they lawful may.

Sir John.
I thank your lordship. [Exeunt.

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