Many other jokes are told of Tarlton; how, when he kept the sign of the Tabor, a tavern in Gracechurch street, being chosen scavenger, he neglected his duty, got complained of by the ward, shifted the blame to the raker, who transferred it to his horse, upon which he (Tarlton) sent the horse to the Compter, and the raker had to pay a fee for the redemption of his steed! And how he got his tavern bill paid, and a journey to London scot-free, by gathering his conceits together, and sending his boy to accuse him to the magistrates for a seminary priest! the innkeeper losing his time and charges, besides getting well flouted into the bargain. In the year 1588 Tarlton gave eternal pause to his merriments. He was buried, September 3, in St. Leonard's, Shoreditch. In the books of the Stationers' Company was licensed “_A Sorrowful new Sonnette,” intituled Tarlton's Recantation upon this Theame given him by a gentleman at the Bel Savage without Ludgate (now or els never) being the last Theame he songe; and Tarlton s repentance and his farewell to his friendes in his sickness, a little before his death._“In “Wits Bedlam,” 1617, is the following epitaph on him:-- “Here within this sullen earth Lies Dick Tarlton, Lord of Mirth; Who in his grave still laughing gapes, Syth all clownes since have been his apes: Earst he of clownes to learne still sought, But now they learne of him they taught: By art far past the principall, The counterfeit is so worth all.” The following epitaph, quoted by Fuller, “Hic situs est cujus poterat vox, actio, vultus, Ex Heraclito reddere Democritum,” is thus varied in Hackett's “_Select and remarkable Epitaphs_”-- “Hie situs est, cujus vultus, vox, actio posset Ex,” &c. &c. Archibald Armstrong * in no way disgraced his coat of Motley; though the author of an epitaph on Will Summers speaks of his inferiority:-- “Well, more of him what should I say? Both fools and wise men turn to clay: And this is all we have to trust, That there's no difference in their dust. Rest quiet then beneath this stone, To whom late Archee was a drone” He was an attached and faithful servant, a fellow of arch simplicity and sprightly wit; and if he gave the public not quite so rich a taste of his quality as his predecessors did, let it be remembered that two religious factions were fiercely contending for supremacy, neither of which relished a “merrie jest” It seems, however, that Archee, who had outwitted many, was, on one occasion, himself outwitted.