So you leave town and hope, quite literally, for greener pastures.

You travel south begging for food and committing small acts of theft for bread (luckily, you are not caught!) Your travels take you to a small town not far from London. This town seems more promising than what you have left behind and you begin to feel optimistic about your condition. Before you can even inquire about a job, however, you are rounded up with the rest of the vagrants and beggars on an order from the local magistrate as he attempts to quell the rising problem of unemployment.

Vagrants and beggars were rounded up in this manner every so often in order to deal with the problem before these downtrodden folk turned to more serious crime (2). You are brought immediately before the magistrate who decides your fate. Knowing that you are a vagrant and outside your parish's jurisdiction, you nervously await the magistrate's decision.