GOUGH. A Herbert! a Herbert! DAVY. A Pawesse! a Pawesse! [As they are lifting their weapons, enter the Mayor of Hereford, and his Officers and Towns-men with clubs.] MAYOR. My Lords, as you are liege men to the Crown, True noblemen, and subjects to the King, Attend his Highness’ proclamation, Commanded by the Judges of Assize, For keeping peace at this assembly. HERBERT. Good Master Mayor of Hereford be brief. MAYOR. Sergeant, without the ceremony of Oyes, Pronounce aloud the proclamation. SERVANT. The King’s Justices, perceiving what public mischief may ensue this private quarrel, in his majesty’s name do straightly charge and command all persons, of what degree soever, to depart this city of Hereford, except such as are bound to give attendance at this Assize, and that no man presume to wear any weapon, especially welsh-hooks, forest bills— OWEN. Haw, no pill nor wells hoog? ha? MAYOR. Peace, and hear the proclamation. SERVANT. And that the Lord Powesse do presently disperse and discharge his retinue, and depart the city in the King’s peace, he and his followers, on pain of imprisonment. DAVY. Haw? pud her Lord Pawesse in prison? A Pawes! A Pawesse! cossone live and tie with her Lord. GOUGH. A Herbert! a Herbert! [In this fight the Lord Herbert is wounded, and falls to the ground; the Mayor and his company go away, crying clubs; Powesse runs away; Gough and other of Herbert’s faction busy themselves about Herbert; enter the two Judges in their robes, the Sheriff and his Bailiffs afore them, &c.] FIRST JUDGE. Where’s the Lord Herbert? is he hurt or slain? SHERIFF. He’s here, my Lord. SECOND JUDGE. How fares his Lordship, friends? GOUGH. Mortally wounded, speechless; he cannot live. FIRST JUDGE. Convey him hence; let not his wounds take air, And get him dressed with expedition. [Ex. Herbert & Gough.] Master Mayor of Hereford, Master Shrieve o’ the shire, Commit Lord Powesse to safe custody, To answer the disturbance of the peace, Lord Herbert’s peril, and his high contempt Of us, and you the King’s commissioners. See it be done with care and diligence. SHERIFF. Please it your Lordship, my Lord Powesse is gone Past all recovery. SECOND JUDGE. Yet let search be made, To apprehend his followers that are left. SHERIFF. There are some of them. Sirs, lay hold of them. OWEN. Of us? and why? what has her done, I pray you? SHERIFF. Disarm them, Bailiffs. MAYOR. Officers, assist. DAVY. Hear you, Lor shudge, what resson is for this? OWEN. Cosson pe puse for fighting for our Lord? FIRST JUDGE. Away with them. DAVY. Harg you, my Lord. OWEN. Gough my Lord Herbert’s man’s a shitten kanave. DAVY. Ise live and tie in good quarrel. OWEN. Pray you do shustice; let all be preson. DAVY. Prison! no. Lord shudge, I wool give you pale, good suerty. SECOND JUDGE. What Bail? what sureties? DAVY. Her coozin ap Ries, ap Evan, ap Morris, ap Morgan, ap Lluellyn, ap Madoc, ap Meredith, ap Griffen, ap Davy, ap Owen, ap Shinken Shones.