2312Kate. Ifaith neam Club, Ise wot nere what to do, Ise

2313be so slouted and so shouted at: but by th'Mess Ise cry.

2316Priest. Come Doll, come, be merry wench.

2317Farewell Kent, we are not for thee.

2318Be lusty my Lasse, come for Lancashire,

2319We must nip the Boung for these Crowns.

2320Doll. Why is all the gold spent alerady, that you had

2321the other day.

2322Priest. Gone Doll, gone; flown, spent, vanished,

2323the Devil, drink, and dice, has devoured all.

2324Doll. You might have left me in Kent till you had

2325been better provided.

2326Priest. No, Doll, no, Kent's too hot, Doll, Kent's

2327too hot: the weathercock of Wrotham will crow no lon-

2328ger, we have pluckt him, he has lost his feathers, I have

2329prun'd him bare, left him thrice, is moulted, is moulted

2330wench.

2331Doll. I might have gone to service again, old M. Har-

2332pool told me he would provide me a Mistris.

2333Priest. Peace, Doll, peace; come mad wench, I'le

2334make thee an honest woman, we'll into Lancashire to

2335our friends, the troth is, I'le marry thee, we want but a

2336little money, and money we will have I warrant thee:

2337stay, who comes here? some Irish villain me thinks that

2338has slain a man, and now he is rifling on him, stand close,

2339Doll, we'll see the end.

2342Irish. Alas poe Master, Sir Rishard Lee, be S. Patrick

2343is rob and cut thy trote, for de shain, and dy mony, and

2344dy gold ring, be me truly is love de well, but now dow

2345be kill de, be shitten kanave.

2346Priest. Stand, sirra, what art thou?

2347Irish. Be S. Patrick Mester, is poor Irisman, is a

2348leufter.

2349Priest. Sirra, sirra, y'are a damn'd rogue, you have

2350kill'd a man here, and rifled him of all that he has:

2351sbloud you rogue deliver, or I'le not leave you so much as

2352a hair above your shoulders, you whorson Iris dog.

2354Irish. We's me S. Patrick, Ise kill my Mester for

2355shain and his ring, and now's be rob of all, me's undo.

2356Priest. Avant you Rascal, go sirra, be walking: come

2357Doll, the devil laughs when one thief robs another: come

2358wench, we'll to S. Albans, and revel in our bower, my

2359brave girle.

2360Doll. O thou art old Sir John when all's done ifaith.

2362Irish. Be me tro Mester is poor Irisman, is want lud-

2363ging, is have no mony, is starve and cold, good Mester

2364give her some meat, is famise and tye.

2365Host. Faith fellow I have no lodging, but what I keep

2366for my Guesse: as for meat, thou shalt have as much as

2367there is, and if thou wilt lie in the barn, there's fair straw,

2368and room enough.

2369Irish. Is tank my Mester hertily.

2370Host. Ho, Robin.

2371Rob. Who calls?

2372Host. Shew this poor Irishman to the barn, go sirra.

2374Club. Who's within here? who looks to the horses?

2375Uds hat, here's fine work, the Hens in the manger, and

2376the Hogs in the litter, a bots found you all, here's a house

2377well lookt too ifaith.

2378Kate. Mas Goff Club, Ise very cawd.

2379Club. Get in Kate, get into fire and warme thee.

2380John Ostler?

2381Host. What, Gaffer Club, welcome to S. Albans,

2382How do's all our friends in Lancashire?

2383Club. Well, God a mercy John, how do's Tom?

2384where is he?

2385Ost. Tom's gone from hence, he's at the three Horse-

2386loves at stony-Stratford: how do's old Dick Dun.

2387Club. Uds hat, old Dun is moyr'd in a slough in

2388Brick hill-lane: a plague found it, yonders such abomi-

2389nation weather as was never seen.

2390Ost. Uds hat Thief, have one halfe peck of pease and

2391oats more for that, as I am John Ostler, he has bin ever

2392as good a jade as ever travelled.

2393Club. Faith well said old Jack, thou art the old lad still.

2394Ost. Come Gaffer Club, unload, unload, and get to

2395supper.

2397Cob. Come Madam, happily escapt, here let us sit,

2398This place is far remote from any path,

2399And here a while our weary limbs may rest,

2400To take refreshing, free from the pursuit

2401Of envious Rochester.

2402La. But where, my Lord, shall we find rest for our

2403disquiet minds?

2404There dwell untamed thoughts that hardly stoop

2405to such abasement of disdained rags:

2406We were not wont to travel thus by night,

2407Especially on foot.

2408Cob. No matter, love, extremities admit no better choice:

2409And were it not for thee, say froward time

2410Impos'd a greater task, I would esteem it

2411As lightly as the wind that blows upon us,

2412But in thy sufferance I am doubly taskt,

2413Thou wast not wont to have the earth thy stool,

2414Nor the moist dewy grasse thy pillow, nor

2415Thy chamber to be the wide Horizon.

2416La. How can it seem a trouble, having you

2417A partner with me, in the worst I feel?

2418No gentle Lord, your presence would give ease

2419To death it self, should he now seize upon me:

2421Behold what my fore-sight hath undertane

2422For fear we faint, they are but homely Cates,

2423Yet sawc'd with hunger, they may seem as sweet

2424As greater dainties we were wont to taste.

2425Cob. Praise be to him, whose plenty sends both this

2426And all things else our mortal bodies need:

2427Nor scorn we this poor feeding, nor the state

2428We now are in, for what is it on earth,

2429Nay under heaven, continues at a stay?

2430Ebbs not the Sea, when it hath overflown?

2431Follows not darknesse when the day is gone?

2432And see we not sometime the eye of heaven

2433Dim'd with ore-flying clouds? There's not that work

2434Of carefull Nature, or of cunning Art,

2435(How strong, how beauteous, or how rich it be)

2436But falls in time to ruine: here, gentle Madam,