The inner side did bear the greater show;

A pair of thread-bare velvet hose, seam rent,

A worsted stocking rent above the shoe,

A livery cloak, but all the lace was off; 60

60

’Twas bad, but yet it served to hide the plate.

Will. Sirrah Shakebag, canst thou remember since we

trolled the bowl at Sittingburgh, where I broke the

tapster’s head of the Lion with a cudgel-stick?

Shakebag. Ay, very well, Will.

Will. Why, it was with the money that the plate was

sold for. Sirrah Bradshaw, what wilt thou give him

that can tell thee who sold thy plate?

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Bradshaw. Who, I pray thee, good Will?

Will. Why, ’twas one Jack Fitten. He’s now in Newgate

for stealing a horse, and shall be arraigned the next ’size. 72

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Bradshaw. Why, then let Lord Cheiny seek Jack Fitten forth,

For I’ll back and tell him who robbed him of his plate.

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