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KING。 Trip； Dick； trip； George。
＇They trip。＇
HUNTINGTON。 I must have the dice。 What do we play at？
＇They play at dice。＇
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SUFFOLK。 Passage； if ye please。
HUNTINGTON。 Set round then； so； at all。
KING。 George； you are out。 Give me the dice。 I pass for twenty
pound。 Here's to our lucky passage into France。
HUNTINGTON。 Harry； you pass indeed； for you sweep all。
SUFFOLK。 A sign king Harry shall sweep all in France。
＇Enter Sir John。＇
SIR JOHN。 Edge ye； good fellows； take a fresh gamester in。
KING。 Master Parson？ We play nothing but gold。
SIR JOHN。 And； fellow； I tell thee that the priest hath gold。 Gold？
sblood； ye are but beggarly soldiers to me。 I think I have more gold than
all you three。
HUNTINGTON。 It may be so； but we believe it not。
KING。 Set； priest； set。 I pass for all that gold。
SIR JOHN。 Ye pass； indeed。
KING。 Priest； hast thou any more？
SIR JOHN。 Zounds； what a question's that？ I tell thee I have more than
all you three。 At these ten Angels！
KING。 I wonder how thou comest by all this gold； How many
benefices hast thou； priest？
SIR JOHN。 Yfaith； but one。 Dost wonder how I come by gold？ I
wonder rather how poor soldiers should have gold； for I'll tell thee； good
fellow： we have every day tithes； offerings； christenings； weddings；
burials； and you poor snakes come seldom to a booty。 I'll speak a proud
word： I have but one parsonage； Wrotham； tis better than the Bishopric
of Rochester。 There's ne'er a hill； heath； nor down in all Kent； but tis in
my parish： Barham down； Chobham down； Gad's Hill； Wrotham hill；
Black heath； Cock's heath； Birchen wood； all pay me tithe。 Gold； quoth a？
ye pass not for that。
SUFFOLK。 Harry； ye are out； now； parson； shake the dice。
SIR JOHN。 Set； set； I'll cover ye at all。 A plague on't； I am out： the
devil； and dice； and a wench； who will trust them？
SUFFOLK。 Sayest thou so； priest？ Set fair； at all for once。
KING。 Out； sir； pay all。
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SIR JOHN。 Sblood； pay me angel gold。 I'll none of your cracked
French crowns nor pistolets。 Pay me fair angel gold； as I pay you。
KING。 No cracked French crowns？ I hope to see more cracked
French crowns ere long。
SIR JOHN。 Thou meanest of French men's crowns； when the King is
in France。
HUNTINGTON。 Set round； at all。
SIR JOHN。 Pay all： this is some luck。
KING。 Give me the dice； tis I must shred the priest： At all； sir John。
SIR JOHN。 The devil and all is yours。 At that！ Sdeath； what
casting is this？
SUFFOLK。 Well thrown； Harry； yfaith。
KING。 I'll cast better yet。
SIR JOHN。 Then I'll be hanged。 Sirra； hast thou not given thy soul to
the devil for casting？
KING。 I pass for all。
SIR JOHN。 Thou passest all that e'er I played withal。 Sirra； dost thou
not cog； nor foist； nor slur？
KING。 Set； parson； set； the dice die in my hand： When parson； when？
what； can ye find no more？ Already dry？ wast you bragged of your store？
SIR JOHN。 All's gone but that。
HUNTINGTON。 What？ half a broken angel？
SIR JOHN。 Why sir； tis gold。
KING。 Yea； and I'll cover it。
SIR JOHN。 The devil do ye good on't； I am blind； ye have blown me
up。
KING。 Nay； tarry； priest； ye shall not leave us yet。 Do not these pieces
fit each other well？
SIR JOHN。 What if they do？
KING。 Thereby begins a tale： There was a thief； in face much like Sir
John But twas not he； that thief was all in green Met me last day at
Black Heath； near the park； With him a woman。 I was all alone And
weaponless； my boy had all my tools； And was before providing me a boat。
Short tale to make； sir Johnthe thief； I mean Took a just hundreth
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pound in gold from me。 I stormed at it； and swore to be revenged If e'er
we met。 He； like a lusty thief； Brake with his teeth this Angel just in two
To be a token at our meeting next； Provided I should charge no Officer To
apprehend him； but at weapon's point Recover that and what he had beside。
Well met； sir John； betake ye to your tools By torch light； for； master
parson； you are he That had my gold。
SIR JOHN。 Zounds； I won 't in play； in fair square play； of the keeper
of Eltham park； and that I will maintain with this poor whinyard； be you
two honest men to stand and look upon's； and let's alone； and take neither
part。
KING。 Agreed！ I charge ye do not budget a foot。 Sir John； have at ye。
SIR JOHN。 Soldier； ware your sconce。
＇Here； as they are ready to strike； enter Butler and draws his weapon
and steps betwixt them。＇
BUTLER。 Hold； villains； hold！ my Lords； what do you mean； To see a
traitor draw against the King？
SIR JOHN。 The King！ God's will； I am in a proper pickle。
KING。 Butler； what news？ why dost thou trouble us？
BUTLER。 Please it your Highness； it is break of day； And as I scouted
near to Islington； The gray eyed morning gave me glimmering Of armed
men coming down Highgate hill； Who by their course are coasting
hitherward。
KING。 Let us withdraw； my Lords。 Prepare our troops To charge the
rebels； if there be such cause。
For this lewd priest； this devilish hypocrite； That is a thief； a gamester；
and what not； Let him be hanged up for example sake。
SIR JOHN。 Not so my gracious sovereign。 I confess that I am a frail
man； flesh and blood as other are： but； set my imperfections aside； by
this light； ye have not a taller man； nor a truer subject to the Crown and
State； than Sir John of Wrotham。
KING。 Will a true subject rob his King？
SIR JOHN。 Alas； twas ignorance and want； my gracious liege。
KING。 Twas want of grace。 Why； you should be as salt To season
others with good document； Your lives as lamps to give the people light；
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As shepherds； not as wolves to spoil the flock。 Go hang him； Butler。
BUTLER。 Didst thou not rob me？
SIR JOHN。 I must confess I saw some of your gold。 But； my dread
Lord； I am in no humor for death； therefore； save my life。 God will that
sinners live； do not you cause me die。 Once in their lives the best may go
astray； and if the world say true； your self （my liege） have been a thief。
KING。 I confess I have； But I repent and have reclaimed my self。
SIR JOHN。 So will I do； if you will give me time。
KING。 Wilt thou？ My lords； will you be his sureties？
HUNTINGTON。 That when he robs again； he shall be hanged。
SIR JOHN。 I ask no more。
KING。 And we will grant thee that。 Live and repent； and prove an
honest man； Which when I hear； and safe return from France； I'll give thee
living： till then take thy gold； But spend it better than at cards or wine；
For better virtues fit that coat of thine。
SIR JOHN。 Vivat Rex & curat lex！ My liege； if ye have cause of
battle； ye shall see Sir John of Wrotham bestir himself in your quarrel。
＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE II。 A field of Battle near London。
＇After an alarum enter Harry； Suffolk； Huntington； Sir John； bringing
forth Acton； Beverley； and Murley prisoners。＇
KING。 Bring in those traitors； whose aspiring minds Thought to have
triumpht in our overthrow。 But now ye see； base villains； what success
Attends ill actions wrongfully attempted。 Sir Roger Acton； thou retainst
the name Of knight； and shouldst be more discreetly tempered； Than join
with peasants： gentry is divine； B