WOLF

Believe it Sir, you needs fear no packing here. These are but Letters of Submission, all. An't please you Sir. One from Sir Petronel. Anon there from Francis Quickesiluer. And a third, from old Security, who is almost mad in Prison. There are two, to your wor ship: One from M. Francis, Sir. Another from the Knight. Sir, your Worship may descant as you please o'my name, but I protest, I was never so mortified with any men's dis course, or behaviour in Prison; yet I have had of all sorts of men i'the Kingdom, under my Keys, & almost of all Religions i'the land, as Papist, Protestant, Paritane, Brownist, Anabaptist, Mil lenary, Fam lie o'Loue, Jew, Turk, Infidel, Atheist, Good Fell low, &c. Troth, M. Deputy, they that pay Fees best: we never examine their consciences farther. Humility, Sir? I, were your Worship and Eye witness of it, you would say so. The Knight will i'the Knights-Ward, do what we can Sir, and Master Quickesiluer, would be i'the Hold, if we would let him. I never knew, or saw Prison ners more penitent, or more devout. They will fit you up all night singing of Psalms, and edifying the whole Prison only, Security sings a note to high, sometime, because he lies i'the Twopenny ward. far of, and can not take his tune. The Neighbours can not rest for him, but come every Morning to ask, what godly Prisoners we have. Both Sir. But the young Man especially! I never herd his Like! He has cut his hair too He is so well given, and has such good gifts! He can tell you, almost all the Stories of the Book of Martyrs, and speak you all the Sick-man's Salve without Book. Faith, bade all: yonder will be no Letters received. He says the Sessions shall determine it. Only, M. Deputy Gol ding commends him to you, and with this token, wishes he could do you other good. It shall be done, M. Francis. I'll tell you anon Sir Petronel. who is't? Where is he? M. Deputy! your wor: is welcome.— Away, Srah. And he has converted one Fangs a Sarieant, a fellow could neither write, nor read, he was called the Bandog o'the Counter: and he has brought him already to pare his nails, and say his prayers, and it's hoped, he will fell his place short lie, and become and Intelligencer. Master Deputy Goulding is arrested upon and execu cion, and desires him presently to come to him, forthwith. Why you are not mad Sir? I pray you look forth, and see the token I have brought you, Sir. I'll tell you as we go sir. Exeunt. Stay him M. Deputy, now is the time, we shall lose the song else. Security, Sir. Sir, both your actions, and words speak you to be a true Gentleman. They shall know only what is fit, and no more. Excunt. Sir, I will put on my best speed, to effect it. Please you come in. See, here a Benefit, truly done; when it is done timely, freely, and to no Ambition. Exit. Where's M. Touchstone? I must speak with him presently: I have lost my breath for hast. Who's that? master Touchstone? Do you know it Sir? I by my faith sir. He is in prison, and required me to use all speed, and secrecy to you. Please you stay here sir, isle call his worship down to you.