now! because you are a goldsmith and have a little

plate in your shop! You were glad to call me

‘fellow Will,’ and with a curtsey to the earth, ‘One

snatch, good corporal,’ when I stole the half ox

from John the victualer, and domineer’d with it

amongst good fellows in one night.

Bradshaw. Ay, Will, those days are past with me. 27

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Will. Ay, but they be not past with me, for I keep that

same honourable mind still. Good neighbour Bradshaw,

you are too proud to be my fellow; but were

it not that I see more company coming down the

hill, I would be fellows with you once more, and

share crowns with you too. But let that pass, and

tell me whither you go.

Bradshaw. To London, Will, about a piece of service,

Wherein haply thou mayest pleasure me.

Will. What is it?

Bradshaw. Of late Lord Cheiny lost some plate,

Which one did bring and sold it at my shop,

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