COU. Ha! succour, say you? No, sir: I heard at Mansfield how the matter stands; How you have justly lost your goods and lands, And that the prince's indignation Will fall on any that relieves your state. Away from me! your treacheries I hate. You, when your noble master was undone, (That honourable-minded Huntington), Who forwarder than you all to distrain? And, as a wolf that chaseth on the plain The harmless hind, so wolf-like you pursued Him and his servants. Vile ingratitude, Damn'd Judasism,[231] false wrong, abhorred treachery, Impious wickedness, wicked impiety! Out, out upon thee! foh, I spit at thee! WAR. Good cousin. COU. Away! I'll spurn thee if thou follow me. [_Exit_. WAR. O just heaven, how thou plagu'st iniquity! All that he has my hand on him bestowed. My master gave me all I ever owed, My master I abus'd in his distress; In mine my kinsman leaves me comfortless. _Enter_ JAILER _of Nottingham, leading a dog_. Here comes another; one that yesterday Was at my service, came when I did call, And him I made jailer of Nottingham. Perchance some pity dwells within the man; Jailer, well met; dost thou not know me, man? JAI. Yes, thou art Warman; every knave knows thee. WAR. Thou know'st I was thy master yesterday. JAI. Ay, but 'tis not as it was: farewell; go by. WAR. Good George, relieve my bitter misery. JAI. By this flesh and blood, I will not. No, if I do, the devil take me quick. I have no money, beggar: balk the way! WAR. I do not ask thee money. JAI. Wouldst ha' meat? WAR. Would God I had a little bread to eat. JAI. Soft, let me feel my bag. O, here is meat, That I put up at Retford for my dog: I care not greatly if I give thee[232] this. WAR. I prythee, do. JAI.[233] Yet let me search my conscience for it first: My dog's my servant, faithful, trusty, true; But Warman was a traitor to his lord, A reprobate, a rascal and a Jew, Worser than dogs, of men to be abhorr'd! Starve, therefore, Warman; dog, receive thy due. Follow me not, lest I belabour you, You half-fac'd groat, you thick-cheek'd chittyface; You Judas-villain! you that have undone The honourable Robert Earl of Huntington. [_Exit_. WAR. Worse than a dog the villain me respects, His dog he feeds, me in my need rejects. What shall I do? yonder I see a shed, A little cottage, where a woman dwells, Whose husband I from death delivered: If she deny me, then I faint and die. Ho! goodwife Thompson! WOM. What a noise is there? A foul shame on ye! is it you that knock'd? WAR. What, do you know me then? WOM. Whoop! who knows not you? The beggar'd, banish'd Shrieve of Nottingham, You that betray'd your master: is't not you? Yes, a shame on you! and forsooth ye come, To have some succour here, because you sav'd My unthrift husband from the gallow-tree. A pox upon you both! would both for me Were hang'd together. But soft, let me see; The man looks faint: feel'st thou indeed distress?