a motley crowd:
Hyth lo day
to Ulu topia
alter ae terr ae
& tilth and bourn
dis solv ed
feed these my innocent people:
Cock aigne lands
where the hoary hidra frolics
no law or felony
no magistracy
no sovereignty or treason
no sword pike knife or gun
no riches or poverty
Conflict at Coriolanus
for these wild pigs
no longer the tyrant Bacon
would enact rules
against these sturdy roagues and
beggars
would that we were all
swarmes of idle persons
picking our happy fruit
and listening
to strange reports
