at the table, Mr
Underhill, and therefore I can say nothing to it.' But I think he was
not content with the place I was appointed to. Well, I count Ive told
you all he saw, touching my progress to Master Sheriff, and thence to
Newgate. But while I waited in the Sheriff's house, my Lord Russell
heard my voice, and showed very sorry for me; and sent me on the morrow
twenty shillings, and every week as much while I was in Newgate. I
count Ive told you moreover of my sickness."

"Ay, and of the ill savours and noise that you could not abide," said Dr
Thorpe; "and of your changing of your lodging; and how Dr Record did
visit you, and divers other things."

"Then he told you all," said Mr Underhill. "And now (for 'tis past nine
of the clock) this great knave, rogue, and heretic, must be on his way
home."

Mr Underhill left behind him a new ballad which he had lately published.
Since it probably does not exist in print now, it shall be subjoined,
and in the orthography of its author.

"Love God above all thyngs, and thy neyghboure as thy selffe;
Thatt this is Crist's doctryne, no mane cane it denye;
Wyche litle is regarded in Yngland's common wealthe,
Wherefore greate plags att hande be, the realme for to distroye.

"`Do as thow woldest be done unto,' no place here he cane have,
Off all he is remised, no mane wyll hym reseave;
Butt pryvate wealthe, thatt cursed wreche, and most vyle slave,
Over all he is imbraced, and ffast to hym they cleave.

"He thatt hathe this world's goode, and seeth his neyghboure lake,
And off hym hathe no compassyone, nor showithe hym no love,
Nor relevithe his nesessite, butt suffers hym go to wrake,
God dwellithe nott in thatt mane, the Scriptures playnely prove.

"Example we have by Dyves, thatt dayntilye dide fare,
In worldely wealthe and ryches therein he dide excell,
Off poore Lazarous' mesery he hadde theroff no care,
Therfore was sodenly taken and tormentide in Hell."

[See Note 5 for explanations.]

Ten quiet days followed. For many a month afterwards, quietness was
only to be remembered as a lost luxury.

"Have you the news?" inquired Mr Underhill, suddenly opening Avery's
door, and coming in hastily.

"I have heard you put that question five-and-twenty times," responded Dr
Thorpe.

"Well!" he answered, "you may hear it yet again so many. There is like
to be some trouble."

"Then that is good news," said the doctor, sarcastically, "f