sir John Old-castle.
ClubWell God haue mercie Iohn, how does Tom, wheres he?
HostlerO Tom is gone from hence, hees at the three horse-loues at Stony-stratford, how does old Dick Dunne?
ClubGods hatte old Dunne has bin moyerd in a slough in Brickhil-lane, a plague found it, yonder is such abhomination weather as neuer was seene.
Hostler.Gods hat thiefe, haue one half pecke of pease and oates more for that, as I am Iohn Ostler, hee has been euer as good a iade as euer traueld.
ClubFaith well said old Iacke, thou art the old lad stil.
HostlerCome Gaffer Club, vnlode, vnlode, and get to supper, and Ile rub dunne the while. Come. exeunt.
Enter sir Iohn Old-castle, and his Lady disguisde.
This place is farre remote from any path,
And here awhile our weary limbs may rest,
To take refreshing, free from the pursuite
Of enuious Winchester.
LadyBut where (my Lord,)
Shall we find rest for our disquiet minds?
There dwell vntamed thoughts that hardly stoupe,
To such abasement of disdained rags,
We were not wont to trauell thus by night,
Especially on foote.
Oldca.No matter loue,
Extremities admit no better choice,
And were it not for thee, say froward time,
Imposde a greater taske, I would esteeme it
As lightly as the wind that blowes vpon vs,
But in thy sufferance I am doubly taskt,
Thou wast not wont to haue the earth thy stoole,
Nor the moist dewy grasse thy pillow, nor
Thy chamber to be the wide horrison,
LadyHow can it seeme a trouble, hauing you
A partner with me, in the worst I feele?
