Barber, unwilling to leave him untill he had his Lute, yeelded to the change. So when they came to the Gentleman's porch he put on _George's_ greene Jerken and his Spanish Hat: and he the Barbers Cloake, and his Hat; either of them being thus fitted, _George_ knocks at the doore, to whom the Porter bids heartily welcome, for _George_ was well knowne, who at that time had all the oversight of the Pageants, he desires the Porter to bid his friend welcome, for he is a good fellow and a keeper, Master Porter, one that at his pleasure can bestow a haunch of Venison on you: Marry that can I, quoth the Barber. I thank you Sir, answered the Porter, Master _Peele_, my Master is in the Hall, pleaseth it you to walke in? With all my heart, quoth _George_, in the meane time let my friend beare you company. That he shall, Master _Peele_, quoth the Porter, and if it please him he shall take a simple dinner with me. The Barber gives him harty thankes, nothing doubting Master _Peele_ any way, seeing him knowne, and himselfe so welcome, fell in Chat with the Porter. _George Peele_ goes directly to the Alderman, who now is come into the Court in the eye of the Barber, where _George_ after many complaints, drawes a black paper out of his bosome, & making action to the Barber, reads to the Alderman as followeth, I humbly desire your worship to stand my friend in a sleight matter; yonder hard favoured knave, that sits by your Worship's Porter, hath dog'd me to arrest me, and I had no other meanes but to take your Worship's house for shelter; the occasion is but triviall, onely for stealing of a piece of flesh, myselfe consorted with three or foure gentlemen of good fashion, that would not willingly have our names come in question. Therefore this is my boone, that your Worship would let one of your servants let me out at the Garden doore, and I shall think myselfe much indebted to your Worship. The kind Gentleman, little dreaming of _George Peele's_ deceit, took him into the Parlor, gave him a brace of Angels, & caused one of his servants to let _George_ out at the Garden doore, which was no sooner opened, but _George_ made way for the Barber seeing him any more, and all the way he went, could not choose but laugh at his knavish conceit; how he had guld the simple Barber, who sat all this while with the Porter, blowing of his nayles; to whom came this fellow that let _George_ out. You whorson Keeperly Rascall, quoth the fellow, dare you come any honest Gentleman in my Masters house? Not I, so God helpe me, quoth the Barber, I pray Sir where is the Gentleman Master _Peele_ that came along with me? Farre enough, quoth the Fellow, for your comming neere him, he is gone out at the Garden doore. Garden doore? quoth the Barber, Sir, I am no Keeper, I am quite undone: I am a Barber dwelling at Brainford, and, with weeping teares, up and told him how _George_ had used him. The servant goes in & tels his Master;