ears but from this day.

[_Exeunt_.

SCENE 2.

_Enter at one door D'Averne, and Dennis with the Fryar armed.
At the other Fryar Richard and the Baker_.

_D'Averne_. So nowe all's fitt, the daylight's not yet broake;
Mount him and lock him in the saddle fast,
Then turn him forthe the gates.

_Dennis_. Pray, Syr, your hand to rayse him.

_D'Av_. Nowe lett him post, whether his fate shall guide him.

[_Exeunt_.

_Ent. Rich. and Baker_.

_Baker_. The mare's ready.

_Fr. R_. Only the key to ope the cloyster gate,
Then all is as it shoold be.

_Baker_. Tak't, there tis.
But make hast, good Fryar _Richard_; you will else
Have no new bredd to dinner.

_Fr. R_. Feare not, baker;
I'l proove her mettall. Thus I back one mare
Least I shoold ryde another. [_Exit_.

_Baker_. It is the kindest novyce of my consciens
That ere woare hood or coole.

[_A noyse within. Trampling of Horses_.

What noyse is that? now by the Abbot's leave
I will looke out and see.
[_Clere_.

_Enter Averne and Dennis_.

_D'Av_. Howe nowe? the newes?
The cause of that strange uprore?

_Den_. Strange indeed,
But what th'event will bee, I cannott guesse.

_D'Av_. Howe is it, speake.

_Den_. I had no sooner, as your Lordshipp badd,
Putt him upon his voyadge, turn'd him out,
But the ould resty stallion snuft and neighd,
And smelt, I thinke, som mare, backt (I perceavd
By the moone light) by a Fryar, in whose pursuite
Our new made horseman with his threatninge lance,
Pistolles, and rotten armor made such noyse
That th'other, frighted, clamours throughe the streetes
Nothinge but deathe and murder.

_D'Av_. But the sequell?--
The clamour still increasethe. [_Noyse_.

_Enter the Baker rooninge_.

_Baker_. Oh never, never,
Was seene such open mallyce!

_Den_. What's the busines?

_Baker_. Give mee but leave to breath--Oh especially in a cloyster!

_Den_. Out wee't, man.

_Baker_. The novyce _Richard_, to save mee a labour,
Borrowed my mare to fetch meale for the mill.
I knowe not howe the devill Fryar _Jhon_ knew't,
But all in armor watch't him gooinge out
And after spurrs to chardge him, beeinge unarmd,
0 suer if hee cannott reatch him with his lance
Hee'l speede him with his pistolls.

_Denis_. All's well yet.
[_Noyse_.

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