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DOWNFALL OF A CORRUPTED CONSCIENCE
12 And so with vile reproach
he was from thence sent backe, And hurried in a Coach
where did no wondring lacke, of cries and shouts with mocking flouts, Untill he came where he should lye againe, and there remaine, A prisoner close to be.1
13 No Knight nor Iustice now,
nor of no other stile, Our Land will him allow,
but that which makes me smile, for what I heard I am afeard To adde vnto his name, but let that rest within my brest, And so be free from blame.
14 But thus much I will say,
true iustice here was done, To him that many a day did to Much euill run: much good thereby, assuredly Now comes vnto our Land,2 in driuing hence, this plague of pence, That stood with open hand.
Printed at London by G. E. 1 Text has a comma. 2 Text has a period.