_John._ Yonder’s their mother’s house, and here the tree, Whereon, poore men, they must forgoe their lives; And yonder comes a lazy lozell frier, That is appointed for their confessor, Who, when we brought your monie to their mother’s, Was wishing her to patience for their deaths.” Here “Enter Frier Tucke;” some conversation passes, and the frier Skeltonizes; after which he departs, saying, “――let us goe our way, Unto this hanging businesse; would for mee Some rescue or repreeve might set them free. _Rob._ Heardst thou not, little John, the frier’s speach? _John._ He seemes like a good fellow, my good lord. _Rob._ He’s a good fellowe, John, upon my word. Lend me thy horne, and get thee in to Much, And when I blowe this horne, come both and helpe mee. _John._ Take heed, my lord: the villane Warman knows you, And ten to one he hath a writ against you. _Rob._ Fear not: below the bridge a poor blind man doth dwell, With him I will change my habit, and disguise, Only be readie when I call for yee, For I will save their lives, if it may bee. . . . {lv} _Enter Warman, Scarlet and Scathlock bounde, Frier Tuck as their confessor, officers with halberts._ _War._ Master frier, be briefe, delay no time. Scarlet and Scatlock, never hope for life; Here is the place of execution, And you must answer lawe for what is done. _Scar._ Well, if there be no remedie, we must: Though it ill seemeth, Warman, thou shouldst bee, So bloodie to pursue our lives thus cruellie. _Scat._ Our mother sav’d thee from the gallows, Warman, His father did preferre thee to thy lord: One mother had wee both, and both our fathers To thee and to thy father were kinde friends. . . . _War._ Ye were first outlawes, then ye proved theeves. . . . Both of your fathers were good honest men; Your mother lives their widowe in good fame:[42] But you are scapethrifts, unthrifts, villanes, knaves, And as ye liv’d by shifts, shall die with shame.”