This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1855 Excerpt: ...disguised. Cob. What fellow yonder comes along the grove? Few passengers there be that know this way: Methinks he stops as though he stayed for me, And meant to shroud himself among the bushes. I know the clergy hate me to the death, And my religion gets me many foes; And this may be some desperate rogue, suborned To work me mischief: as it pleaseth God If he come toward me, sure I'll stay his coming, Be he but one man, whatsoe'er he be. Lord Powis advances. I have been well acquainted with that face. Pow. Well met, my honorable lord and friend. Cob. You are very welcome, sir, whoe'er you be; But of this sudden, sir, I do not know you. Pow. I am one that wisheth well unto your honor: My name is Powis, an old friend of yours. Cob. My honorable lord and worthy friend, What makes your lordship thus alone in Kent, And thus disguised in this strange attire? Pow. My lord, an unexpected accident Hath at this time enforced me to these parts, And thus it happ'd: Not yet full five days since Now, at the last assize at Hereford, It chanced that the Lord Herbert and myself, 'Mong other things discoursing at the table, Did fall in speech about some certain points Of Wicklifie's do#trine 'gainst the papacy, And the religion catholic maintained Through the most part of Europe at this day. This wilful, testy lord, stuck not to say That Wicklifie was a knave, a schismatic--His doctrine devilish and heretical; And whatsoe'er he was maintained the same, Was traitor both to God and to his country. Being moved at his peremptory speech, I told him some maintained those opinions, Good men, and truer subjects than Lord Herbert; And he, replying in comparisons, Your name was urged, my lord, against his challenge To be a perfect favorer of the truth. And, to be short, from words we...