The colloquies of Edward Osborne, citizen and clothworker of London . s,whom, when he came up, he cheerfullyaddressed with, Come, Brother Rogers, must we two take this Matter first in Hand, and begin to fry these Fagots ? By Gods Grace, Sir, quod Rogers, we will. Doubt not, returns the good Bishop, 192 The Colloquies Bishop, but God will give us so passed on, Hand in Hand,much cheered and pressed on by thePeople. Next Day, they were re-examined andcondemned and degraded. The Sheriffshad much ado to guard them to the Clinkin Southwark, where they kept them inWard till Dark, hoping the
The colloquies of Edward Osborne, citizen and clothworker of London . s,whom, when he came up, he cheerfullyaddressed with, Come, Brother Rogers, must we two take this Matter first in Hand, and begin to fry these Fagots ? By Gods Grace, Sir, quod Rogers, we will. Doubt not, returns the good Bishop, 192 The Colloquies Bishop, but God will give us so passed on, Hand in Hand,much cheered and pressed on by thePeople. Next Day, they were re-examined andcondemned and degraded. The Sheriffshad much ado to guard them to the Clinkin Southwark, where they kept them inWard till Dark, hoping the Throng woulddisperse or ere they brought them acrossthe Bridge to Newgate. Howbeit, abouteight o the Clock, I being alone andbusied, heard a great Rumour, followedby sharp, shrill Cries along the Bridge,and Master Hewet, stepping in, all ina Heat, sayth, Lights ! Lights ! * Imutely gave him mine, and fetchedanother, and we stood at the Door, pro-tecting the Candles from the Wind withour Hands. Others were hastily bring-ing Candles to their Doors; and still we could. iiih (// <t \A/eht of Edward Osborne 193 could hear Men and Prentices runningforward and crying Lights ! ^ They thought to do a Deed of Dark- ness in the dark, quod Master Hewet,wiping his Brow, and to smuggle them across to Newgate under cover of the Night; and so sent forward to have all the Candles at the Costermongers Stalls extinguished . . but, if theyre ashamed of their Work, let them abye it ! . . God speed you, Master Hooper! God save you. Master Rogers! The Blessing of God be on you and on all like you ! The same to you all, dear Friends!responded the cheerful Voice of the goodBishop as he passed. The Lord have you all evermore in his keeping. And then Master Hewet went in andcovered his Face and wept. Chapter CHAPTER XI
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