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.