SCENE IV

_The Kentish Coast._

_Here enters Will._

_Will._ Shakebag, I hear, hath taken sanctuary, But I am so pursued with hues and cries For petty robberies that I have done, That I can come unto no sanctuary. Therefore must I in some oyster-boat At last be fain to go on board some hoy, And so to Flushing. There is no staying here. At Sittingburgh the watch was like to take me, And had not I with my buckler covered my head, And run full blank at all adventures, 10 I am sure I had ne’er gone further than that place; For the constable had twenty warrants to apprehend me, Besides that, I robbed him and his man once at Gadshill. Farewell, England; I’ll to Flushing now.

[_Exit Will._

V. iv. 5. Faversham was famous for its oysters.