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Oh master Morton, you are very welcome met, I hope you think on me for my money. Nay, I pray sir let me have my money, For I have had thanks and too much more then I looked for. How so uncertain of mine own? Why dost thou know any body will come to rob me? Wilt thou come in the night and cut my throat? Wilt thou and the rest of thy companions, Come and set my house on fire? Why how should I then be uncertain of mine own? Oh sir! is the King dead? I hope he hath given you no quittance for my debt. Well I must be content, where nothing is to be had, The King loses his right they say, But who is this? And I for my sons pardon. The better that thou lives, does he. There there, huffer, but by your leave, The Kings death is a maim to her credit, But they say, there is my Lord Hastings in the Court, He is as good as the Ase of hearts at maw, Well even as they brew, so let them bake for me: But I must about the streets, to see and I can meet With such cold customers as they I met withal even now, Mass if I meet with no better, I am Like to keep a bade hoshold of it. Why am I dead neighbour? why thou arrant quean what meanest thou by that? Yes marry had I, but art thou a sprig of the same bough? I promise you neighbour I thought so, that so idle a huswife could not be without the acquaintance of so noble a strumpet: well for her sake isle give thee somewhat. Who art thou Shores wife? Lie still purse, neighbour I would not for twenty pounds have given her one farthing, the proclamation is so hard by king Richard. Why minion are you she that was the dishonour to the King? the shame to her hus band, the discredit to the City? Hear you, lay your fingers to work, and get thereby somewhat to maintain you. Oh neigh bour I grow very choloricke, and thou didst save the life of my son, why if thou hadst not, another would: and for my partly, I would he had be hanged seven years ago, it had saved me a great deal of money then. But come let us go in, & let the quean alone. No men no laws, no Princes no order, alls hushed neigh bour now he's king, but before he was king how was the tems thwacked with ruffians? what frays had we in the streets? Now he hath proclaimed peace between Scotland and England for six years, to what end I know not, usurpers had need to be wise. A neighbour, hedges have eyes, and highways have ears, but who is't a beggar-woman? the streets are full of them, I'faith. But heeres thou, hast thou no friends that thou goest a begging so?