See you them that comes yonder , Master Greene ? The one I know not , but he seems a knave Chiefly for bearing the other company ; For such a slave , so vile a rogue as he , Lives not again upon the earth . Black Will is his name . I tell you , Master Greene , At Boulogne he and I were fellow-soldiers , Where he played such pranks As all the camp feared him for his villainy 10 I warrant you he bears so bad a mind That for a crown he 'll murder any man . O Will , times are changed : no fellows now , Though we were once together in the field ; Yet thy friend to do thee any good I can . Ay , Will , those days are past with me . 27 To London , Will , about a piece of service , Wherein haply thou mayest pleasure me . Of late Lord Cheiny lost some plate , Which one did bring and sold it at my shop , Saying he served Sir Antony Cooke . 40 A search was made , the plate was found with me , And I am bound to answer at the ‘ size . Now , Lord Cheiny solemnly vows , if law Will serve him , he 'll hang me for his plate . Now I am going to London upon hope To find the fellow . Now , Will , I know Thou art acquainted with such companions . A lean-faced writhen knave , Hawk-nosed and very hollow-eyed , 50 With mighty furrows in his stormy brows ; Long hair down his shoulders curled ; His chin was bare , but on his upper lip A mutchado , which he wound about his ear . A watchet satin doublet all-to torn , 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 ‘ Twas bad , but yet it served to hide the plate . Who , I pray thee , good Will ? Why , then let Lord Cheiny seek Jack Fitten forth , For I 'll back and tell him who robbed him of his plate . This cheers my heart ; Master Greene , I 'll leave you , For I must to the Isle of Sheppy with speed . That will I , Master Greene , and so farewell . 80 Here , Will , there 's a crown for thy good news . I have little news , but here 's a letter That Master Greene importuned me to give you . How now , Mistress Arden ? what ail you weep ? Faith , friend Michael , and thou sayest true . Therefore I pray thee light 's forth and lend 's a link . Mistress Arden , you are now going to God , And I am by the law condemned to die About a letter I brought from Master Greene . I pray you , Mistress Arden , speak the truth : Was I ever privy to your intent or no . My blood be on his head that gave the sentence .