KING. Fie, graceless man! hast thou no fear of God, To withhold thee from these lawless motions? Why, thou shouldst be as [a] messenger of God, And hate deceit and wicked avarice: But thou art one of those whom God doth hate, And thy vild deeds will witness 'gainst thy soul, And make the most abominable in his sight, That made thee, wretch, but to a better end, Than thus to wrong his sacred Deity. Now, fie upon thee, monster of a man? That for to gain thyself a private gain, Wouldst seek the undoing of a commonwealth: And though thou bide[321] ten thousand torments here, They cannot quit thee, where thou shalt appear. [_Enter_ HONESTY.] HONESTY. A prize! though it be long, I have found him at last; But I could not bring him with me, And therefore I pinn'd a paper on his shoulder, Meaning thereby to mark him for the gallows. But husht, here he comes. _Enter_ PERIN. KING. What, Perin? I cannot think that Perin will be false to me. HONESTY. Why no, for he is false to himself: look in his pocket and see. This is but a false writ that he hath used, Unknown to your majesty, and levied great sums of money, And bribed upon your poor Commons extremely. How say you, my lord, is this true or no? KING. Honesty, thou sayest true. Why, impious wretch! Ingrateful wretch that thou art, To injure him that always held thee dear. Believe me, Dunstan, I durst well have sworn That Perin had not hatch'd so base a thought. HONESTY. Ay, but your grace sees you are deceived. But will your grace grant me one boon? KING. What's that, Honesty? HONESTY. That I may have the punishing of them, Whom I have so laboured to find. KING. With all my heart, Honesty: use them as thou wilt. HONESTY. I thank your grace. Go fetch the other two.[322] Now to you, Cutbert Cutpurse the Coneycatcher: Thy judgment is to stand at the market-cross, And have thy cursed tongue pinn'd to thy breast, And there to stand for men to wonder at, Till owls and night ravens pick out thy cursed eyes. CONEYCATCHER. Good Honesty, be more merciful. HONESTY. You know my mind, O Walter that-would-have-more, and you shall have judgment I mean, which is: to be carried into a corn-field, and there have your legs and hands cut off, because you loved corn so well, and there rest till the crows pick out thine eyes.-- But now to you, that will do nothing, Except the Spirit move you thereunto. You shall, for abusing the blessed word of God, And mocking the divine order of ministry, Whereby you have led the ignorant into errors, You, I say, As you were shameless in your shameful dealing, Shall, to your shame, and the utter shame of all Bad-minded men, that live as thou hast done, Stand in Finsbury fields, near London, And there, as a dissembling hypocrite, be shot to death. PRIEST. Good Honesty, be more favourable than so.