SAL. Peace, gaping fellow! know'st thou where thou art? 1ST COL. Why, I am in Kent, within a mile of Dover. 'Sblood, where I am! peace, and a gaping fellow! For all your dagger, wert not for your ging,[193] I would knock my whipstock on your addle-head. Come, out with the monster, Robin. WITHIN. I come, I come. Help me, she scratches! 1ST COL. I'll gee her the lash. Come out, ye bearded witch. [_Bring forth_ ELY, _with a yard in his hand and linen cloth, dressed like a woman_. ELY. Good fellows, let me go! there's gold to drink, I am a man, though in woman's weeds. Yonder's Prince John: I pray ye, let me go. QU. MO. What rude companions have we yonder, Salisbury? 1ST COL. Shall we take his money? 2D COL. No, no; this is the thief that robbed Master Michaels, and came in like a woman in labour, I warrant ye. SAL. Who have ye here, honest colliers? 2D COL. A monster, a monster! a woman with a beard, a man in a petticoat. A monster, a monster! SAL. What, my good Lord of Ely, is it you?--Ely is taken, here's the chancellor! 1ST COL. Pray God we be not hanged for this trick. QU. MO. What, my good lord! ELY. Ay, ay, ambitious lady. JOHN. Who? My lord chancellor? ELY. Ay, you proud usurper. SAL. What, is your surplice turned to a smock? ELY. Peace, Salisbury, thou changing weather-cock. CHES. Alas, my lord! I grieve to see this sight. ELY. Chester, it will be day for this dark night. FITZ. Ely, thou wert the foe to Huntington: Robin, thou knew'st, was my adopted son. O Ely, thou to him wert too-too cruel! With him fled hence Matilda, my fair jewel. For their wrong, Ely, and thy haughty pride, I help'd Earl John; but now I see thee low, At thy distress my heart is full of woe. QU. MO. Needs must I see Fitzwater's overthrow. John, I affect him not, he loves not thee: Remove him, John, lest thou removed be. JOHN. Mother, let me alone; by one and one I will not leave one that envies our good. My Lord of Salisbury, give these honest colliers For taking Ely each a hundred marks. SAL. Come, fellows; go with me. COL. Thank ye, [i'] faith. Farewell, monster. [_Exeunt_ SALISBURY, _with_ COLLIERS. JOHN. Sheriff of Kent, take Ely to your charge. From shrieve to shrieve send him to Nottingham, Where Warman, by our patent, is high shrieve. There, as a traitor, let him be close-kept. And to his trial we will follow straight. ELY. A traitor, John? JOHN. Do not expostulate: You at your trial shall have time to prate. [_Exeunt cum_ ELY. FITZ. God, for thy pity, what a time is here! JOHN. Right gracious mother, would yourself and Chester Would but withdraw you for a little space, While I confer with my good Lord Fitzwater? QUEEN. My Lord of Chester, will you walk aside? CHES. Whither your highness please, thither I will. [_Exeunt_ CHESTER _and_ QUEEN.