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Wor. Who struck this heat up, after I was gone?
Hot. He will, forsooth, have all my prisoners;
Wor. I cannot blame him: Was he not proclaim'd,
North. He was; I heard the proclamation: And then it was, when
the unhappy king (Whose wrongs in us God pardon !) did set forth Upon his Irish expedition; From whence he, intercepted, did return To be deposed, and shortly, murdered.
Wor. And for whose death, we in the world's wide mouth Live scandalized, and foully spoken of.
Hot. But soft, I pray you; Did king Richard then
North. He did; myself did hear it.
Wor. Peace, cousin, say no more:
Hot. If he fall in, good night:or sink or swim
North. Imagination of some great exploit
Hot. By heaven, methinks, it were an easy leap,
Wor. He apprehends a world of figuresť here,
Hot. I cry you mercy.
Hot. I'll keep them all;
Wor. You start away,
Hot. Nay, I will : that's flat:-
I'll have a starling shall be taught to speak
Wor. Hear you,
Hot. All studies here I solemnly defy,
# Shapes. A blustering, quarrelsome fellow.
But that I think his father loves him not,
Wor. Farewell, kinsman! I will talk to you,
are better temper'd to attend.
Hot. Why, look you, am whipp'd and scourged with rods,
North. At Berkley castle.
Hot. You say true:
Wor. Nay, if you have not, to't again;
Hot. I have done, i' faith.
Wor. Then once more to your Scottish prisoners.
Hot. Of York, is't not?
Wor. True; who bears hard
Hot. I smell it; upon my life, it will do well.
And then the power of Scotland, and of York,-
Wor. And so they shall.
Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed,
Wor. Cousin, farewell:-No further go in this,
North. Farewell, good brother: we shall thrive, I trust.
SCENE I.-Rochester. An Inn Yard.
Enter a CARRIER, with a Lantern in his hand. 1 Car. Heigh ho! An't be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd: Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler !
Ost. [within). Anon, anon.
1 Car. I pry'thee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.
Enter another CARRIER. 2 Car. Pease and beans are as dank I here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots:f this house is turned upside down, since Robin ostler died.
1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him.
2 Car. I think, this be the most villanous house in all London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.||
* A body of forces.
# Wet. ! Spotted like a tench.
1 Car. Like a tench ? by the mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.
2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jorden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas like a loach.*
1 Car. What, ostler! come away and be banged, come away.
2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charingcross.
1 Car. 'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite starved. - What, ostler !-A plague on thee ! hast thou never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear ? An 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain.-Come, and be hanged :-Hast no faith in thee?
Enter GADSHILL. Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock ? 1 Car. I think it be two o'clock.
Gads. I prythee, lond me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the stable.
1 Car. Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i' faith.
Gads. I prythee, lend me thine.
2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ?-Lend me thy lantern, quoth a ? -marry, I'll see thee hanged first.
Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
2 Car. Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.- Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge.
(Exeunt CARRIERS. Gads. What ho! chamberlain ! Cham. [within). At hand, quoth pick-purse.
Gads. That's even as fair as-at hand, quoth the chamberlain : for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.
Enter CHAMBERLAIN. Cham. Good morrow, master Gadshill. It holds current, that I told you yesternight: There's a franklint in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter: They will away presently.
Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with saint Nicholas clerks, I. I'll give thee this neck.
Cham. No, I'll none of it: I prythee, keep that for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship’st saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falsehood may.
Gads. What talkest thou to me of the hangman? If I hang,
* A very prolific little fish.