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With all the speede I can: Harpoole, my horse.
Lady Cob.So soone my Lord? what will you ride all night?
CobhamAll night or day it must be so, sweete wife,
Vrge me not why or what my businesse is,
But get you in: Lord Powesse, beare with me,
And madam, thinke your welcome nere the worse:
My house is at your vse. Harpoole, away.
Harp.Shall I attend your lordship to the court?
Cobh.Yea sir, your gelding, mount you presently exe.
Lady Cobh.I prythee Harpoole, looke vnto thy Lord,
I do not like this sodaine posting backe.
PowesSome earnest businesse is a foote belike,
What e're it be, pray God be his good guide.
Lady Po.Amen that hath so highly vs bested.
Lady Co.Come madam, and my lord, weele hope the best,
You shall not into Wales till he returne.
PowesseThough great occasion be we should departe, yet madam will we stay to be resolude, of this vnlookt for doubtful accident.Exeunt.
Enter Murley and his men, prepared in some filthy order for warre.
Murly.Come my hearts of flint, modestly, decently, soberly, and handsomly, no man afore his Leader, follow your master, your Captaine, your Knight that shal be, for the honor of Meale-men, Millers, and Mault-men dunne is the mowse, Dicke and Tom for the credite of Dunstable, ding downe the enemie to morrow, ye shall not come into the field like beggars, where be Leonard and Laurence my two loaders, Lord haue mercie vpon vs, what a world is this? I would giue a couple of shillings for a dozen of good fethers for ye, and forty pence for as many skarffes to set ye out withall, frost and snow, a man has no heart to fight till he be braue.
DickeMaster I hope we be no babes, for our manhood, our bucklers, and our towne foote-balls can beare witnesse: and this lite parrell we haue shall off, and wee'l fight naked afore we runne away.
Tom.Nay, I am of Laurence mind for that, for he meanes
