_Lur._ You keep your exercise, i'th' old Church? _Wild._ No other, There is no Musick to the Bells, we wo'd Have Bonfires if we durst, and thou wo'd come It shall cost thee nothing _Tom_, hang pilfering, And keep me company, in time I may Shew thee my wench too. _Lur._ I cannot promise; but you will be there? _Wild._ We'll toss the Bells, and make the Steeple Roar boy, but come to supper then. _Lur._ My hand, and expect me: Yes, I will come or send, and to some purpose; Art come boy? _Enter Boy with Gown, Beard, and Constables staff._ Excellent, Knave, how didst thou purchase these? _Boy._ The staff I stole last night from a sleeping Constable; The rest I borrowed by my acquaintance with The Players boyes; you were best to lose no time, Sir. _Lur._ So, so, help boy, 'tis very well, do I not look Like one that breaks the Kings peace with authority? You know your charge, prepare things handsomely, My diligent boy, and leave me to my office. _Boy._ There wants nothing already; but I fly Sir. [_Exit._ _Lur._ Now Fortune prove no slut, and I'll adore thee. _Within. Ser._ Whose there? [_Knocks._ _Lur._ A friend wo'd speak with Master Justice. _Ser._ Who are you? _Lur._ I am the Constable. _Ser._ My Master is not at leasure to hear business. _Lur._ How? Not at leasure to do the King service; Take heed what you say, Sir; I know his worship, If he kn[e]w my business, would no excuse. _Ser._ You must go to another Justice, I'll assure My Master is not well in health. _Lur._ I know not, But if your worshipful be not at leasure To do himself a benefit, I am gone Sir, An infinite benefit, and the State shall thank him for't; Thank him, and think on him too; I am an Officer. And know my place, but I do love the Justice; I honor any authority above me: Beside, he is my neighbor, and I worship him. _Ser._ You have no Books, nor Ballads, Mr Constable, About you? _Lur._ What should I doe with Books? does it become A man of my place to understand such matters? Pray call your Master, if he please to follow me, I shall discover to him such a plot, Shall get him everlasting fame, I'll be hang'd for't, And he be not knighted instantly, and for reward Have some of the malefactors Lands, I'll bring him too; But I cannot d[all]y time. [_Within._ _Ju._ Who's that? _Ser._ A Constable Sir, would speak about some business, He says will bring you Fame, and mighty profit. _Lur._ Please your worship come down, I'll make you happy; The notabl'st piece of villany I have in hand Sir, And you shall find it out; I ha made choice To bring your worship to the first knowledge, and Thank me, as you find the good on't afterwards.