Four fugitives meeting OR, The Discourse amongst my Lord Finch Sir Francis Windebank, Sir john Sucklin, and Doctor Roan, as they accidentally met in France, with a detection of their several pranks in ENGLAND.   woodcut, two men 
Printed In the Year, 16●1.   

Four Fugitives meeting, etc.  Suckling. 
IMmense Doctor Rouen, you are most happily encountered, they have wished your Company a long time in England, the poor Civilians look like spirits now they are deprived of their body.  Rouen. 
Body Sir John, what do you mean?  Suck. 
Why the Body of the civil Law, Corpus juris Civilis, for so they call you.  Rouen. 
And pardon of your Poetry, how fate your hundred Horse i'th' North, do they stand to their colours, now their Commander is fled? I wonder much Sir John, that you being a noble Gentleman, a Commander, and a Volunteere, that would leave your poor soldiers without pay, and come away without taking leave of your Friends.  Wind. 
I heard that Sir John had made a new play, and for fear lest it should be hist off the stage, betook himself to travel.  Finch. 
And I have heard, that by reason of his absence, that play was not worth the studying, there was ●n i●●m●at● plot in it that could not well be understood, there were two Poets in it that were sound to be the chief Politicians, which the State perceiving, made diligent pursuit after them, the one whereof had the happiness to escape, the other was apprehended, and then the Play ended, before the Poet's execution which was very much disliked.  Suck. 
How came you to the knowledge of this, my good Lord Finch, you do not fly over into England every night, and there load yourself with news against the morning, do you?  Wind. 
No Sir John, he needs not, we were informed by—  Suck 
Spare your Wind, good M. Secretary Windebank, I perceive you hold intelligence with those Jesuits, you compounded withal at so easy a rate.  Rouen. 
Still you are beside the mark, we were informed Sir John by one Kilscot, one of your Worship's Cap and Feather men, who came over hither to know if your voyage into Portugal held or no, he said that some two or three hundred buffe-men did much admire, that now the way is fair, you will not be their guide, they would fanc have kissed their discontented Colonel's hand before he mistook Franco for Portugal, but you were so unkind to leave them on a sudden.  Suc. 
Hold there good Doctor Roan, and take me with you, you are to be blamed too, for not bidding farewell to Sir Paul ●inder, (at whose beauteous house, you have devoured the carcase of many 〈◊〉 Capo●) before you ●●ed but I wonder more, why you came hither so unprovided; methinks some English diet would have been good for a weak stomach: the Churchwardens of North-hampton-Shire promised to give you a good see, if you will go to 'em, and resolve 'em whether they may lawfully take the oath etc. or no.  Wind. 
That may very well be, for they have given him a great Addition, they st●l● him, Og the great Commissary, they say he was as brisk in discharging the new Canons, as he that made them, but I pray Sir John, relate the cause of your coming hither.  Suc. 
Then must I address myself to you, my good Lord Finch, I have some papers to deliver you from the commons of England, who are sorry they are deprived your company, and promise if your Lordship will go into England and collect the Ship money, they will with all willingness pay you.  Finch. 
With a Powder will they not Sir John, you have not forgot the skirmish i●th North, ●ave you, you call the poor● Sco●● Pedlars, but they were angry, and made your fiery horse run ●way with you.  Wind. 
I think, Sir john, your co●t of Male would scar●e have kept out the Pedlars bullets, as it did the Ra●ier, in Blackfriars, when you came from 〈◊〉.  Suc. 
No more I believe would your high and mighty state have secured your neck, had you stayed there.  Wind. 
I am of opinion, that my Lord of Canterbury would remit the greatest fine in the high Commission, on the condition he were here, but I believe, if I had stayed, all his Tobacco would not have cured the stopping in my throat, if it secure his own, 'tis well.  Suc. 
For my part, I ever held my head to be myself, and honour to be but my neighbour, and the rules of nature command me to love myself better than my neighbour; I loved honour well, but not with such a zeal to venture my life for her when I myself could never enjoy her.  Rouen. 
Well said of all sides, why should we that are all alike, fall out, come, let's to dinner, you shall fall to your dainty dishes, but give me a rib and a leg, Roast-beefe and Capon, the very meat I eat at the commons, and then after dinner we'll play a game at Ticktake or Irish, for half a-pound of reasons.  Suc. 
Pox upon reasons, I cannot endure your mechanic games, He play at Inn and Inn for a Piece the Caster, my old game.  Wind. 
No Sir John, you may excuse your friends, and use the art of slirring a die to strangers, win their money and welcome.  Finch. 
I Sir John, 'tis charity to cheat the Monsieurs, you use your Quick-silverd dye, amongst them as securely as you could in England, and when you have got their money, we'll spend it bravely.  Suc. 

Come my brave boys, money we'll never lack,  
But drown our sorrows in a cup of Sack.   
FINIS.