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rogue deliuer, or ile not leaue you so much as an Irish haire aboue your shoulders, you whorson Irish dogge, sirra vntrusse presently, come off and dispatch, or by this crosse ile fetch your head off as cleane as a barke.
Irishman.Wees me saint Patricke, Ise kill me mester for chaine and his ring, and nows be rob of all, mees vndoo. Priest robs him.
sir IohnAuant you rascal, go sirra, be walking, come Doll the diuel laughes, when one theefe robs another, come madde wench, weele to saint Albons, and reuel in our bower, hey my braue girle.
DollO thou art old sir Iohn, when all's done yfaith.
Enter the hoste of the Bell with the Irish man.
IrishmanBe me tro mester is pore Irisman, is want ludging, is haue no mony, is starue and cold, good mester giue her some meate, is famise and tie.
HostYfaith my fellow I haue no lodging, but what I keep for my guesse, that I may not disapoint, as for meate thou shalt haue such as there is, & if thou wilt lie in the barne, theres faire straw, and roome enough.
IrishmanIs thanke my mester hartily, de straw is good bed for me.
HostHo Robin?
RobinWho calls?
HostShew this poore Irishman into the barne, go sirra. exeunt.
Enter carrier and Kate.
Club.Ho, who's within here, who lookes to the horses? Gods hatte heres fine worke, the hens in the manger, and the hogs in the litter, a bots found you all, heres a house well lookt too yvaith.
KateMas goffe Club, Ise very cawd.
Club.Get in Kate, get in to fier and warme thee.
ClubHo Iohn Hostler.
HostlerWhat gaffer Club, welcome to saint Albons,
How does all our friends in Lancashire?
