sir John Old-castle.
Harp.Yes mary doe I, zwounds, I can not finde my hose, this Irish rascall that was lodgde with me all night, hath stolne my apparell, and has left me nothing but a lowsie mantle, and a paire of broags. Get vp, get vp, and if the carier and his wench be asleep, change you with them as he hath done with me, and see if we can escape.
A noyse againe heard about the house, a pretty while, then enter the Constable meeting Harpoole in the Irish mans apparrell.
Con.Stand close, heere comes the Irish man that didde the murther, by all tokens, this is he.
MaiorAnd perceiuing the house beset, would get away: stand sirra.
Harp.What art thou that bidst me stand?
Con.I am the Officer, and am come to search for an Irish man, such a villaine as thy selfe, that hast murthered a man this last night by the hie way.
Harp.Sbloud Constable, art thou madde? am I an Irish man?
MaiorSirra, weele finde you an Irish man before we part: lay hold vpon him.
Con.Make him fast: O thou bloudy rogue!
Enter Lord Cobham and his lady in the carrier and wenches apparrell.
CobhamWhat will these Ostlers sleepe all day?
Good morow, good morow, Come wench, come,
Saddle, saddle, now afore God too foord-dayes, ha?
Con.Who comes there?
MaiorOh tis Lankashire carier, let him passe.
CobhamWhat, will no body open the gates here?
Come, lets int stable to looke to our capons.
The carrier calling.
Club callingHoste, why ostler, zwookes, heres such abomination company of boies: a pox of this pigstie at the house end, it filles all the house full of fleas, ostler, ostler.
OstlerWho calles there, what would you haue?
