sir John Old-castle.
is in all Kent.
4God blesse him, there be but few such.
Enter Lord Cobham with Harpoole.
Cob.Thou peeuish froward man, what wouldst thou haue?
Harp.This pride, this pride, brings all to beggarie,
I seru'de your father, and your grandfather,
Shew me such two men now: no, no,
Your backes, your backes, the diuell and pride,
Has cut the throate of all good housekeeping,
They were the best Yeomens masters, that
Euer were in England.
Cob.Yea, except thou haue a crue of seely knaues,
And sturdy rogues, still feeding at my gate,
There is no hospitalitie with thee.
Harp.
They may sit at the gate well enough, but the diuell of any thing you giue them, except they will eate stones.
Cob.Tis long then of such hungry knaues as you,pointing to the beggars
Yea sir, heres your retinue, your guests be come,
They know their howers I warrant you.
Old.God blesse your honour, God saue the good Lord Cobham, and all his house,
Soul.Good your honour, bestow your blessed almes,
Vpon poore men.
Cob.Now sir, here be your Almes knights.
Now are you as safe as the Emperour.
Harp.My Almes knights: nay, th'are yours,
It is a shame for you, and Ile stand too't,
Your foolish almes maintaines more vagabonds,
Then all the noblemen in Kent beside.
Out you rogues, you knaues, worke for your liuings,
Alas poore men, O Lord, they may beg their hearts out,
Theres no more charitie amongst men,
Then amongst so many mastiffe dogges,
What make you here, you needy knaues?
Away, away, you villaines.
2.soul.I beseech you sit, be good to vs.
