HOSTLER. God's hat, thief, have one half peck of peas and oats more for that: as I am John Ostler, he has been ever as good a jade as ever travelled.
CLUB. Faith, well said, old Jack; thou art the old lad still.
HOSTLER. Come, Gaffer Club, unload, unload, and get to supper, and I'll rub dun the while. Come.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V. SCENE IV. The same. A room in the carrier's inn.
[Enter the host, sir John Old-castle, and Harpoole.]
HOST. Sir, you are welcome to this house, to such as here is with all my heart, but, by the mass, I fear your lodging will be the worst. I have but two beds, and they are both in a chamber, and the carrier and his daughter lies in the one, and you and your wife must lie in the other.
COBHAM. In faith, sir, for my self I do not greatly pass. My wife is weary, and would be at rest, For we have travelled very far today; We must be content with such as you have.
HOST. But I cannot tell how to do with your man.
HARPOOLE. What, hast thou never an empty room in thy house for me?
HOST. Not a bed, by my troth: there came a poor Irish man, and I lodged him in the barn, where he has fair straw, though he have nothing else.
HARPOOLE. Well, mine host, I pray thee help me to a pair of fair sheets, and I'll go lodge with him.
HOST. By the mass, that thou shalt; a good pair of hempen sheets, were never lain in: Come.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V. SCENE V. The same. A street.
[Enter Constable, Mayor, and Watch.]
MAYOR. What? have you searched the town?
CONSTABLE. All the town, sir; we have not left a house unsearched that uses to lodge.
MAYOR. Surely, my lord of Rochester was then deceived, Or ill informed of sir John Old-castle, Or if he came this way he's past the town. He could not else have scaped you in the search.
CONSTABLE. The privy watch hath been abroad all night, And not a stranger lodgeth in the town But he is known; only a lusty priest We found in bed with a pretty wench, That says she is his wife--yonder at the sheeres; But we have charged the host with his forth coming Tomorrow morning.
MAYOR. What think you best to do?
CONSTABLE. Faith, master mayor, here's a few straggling houses beyond the bridge, and a little Inn where carriers use to lodge, though I think sure he would ne'er lodge there: but we'll go search, & the rather, because there came notice to the town the last night of an Irish man, that had done a murder, whom we are to make search for.
MAYOR. Come, I pray you, and be circumspect.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V. SCENE VI. The same. Before the Carrier's Inn. Enter Watch.
FIRST WATCH. First beset the house, before you begin the search.
SECOND WATCH. Content; every man take a several place.
[Here is heard a great noise within. Keep, keep, strike him down there, down with him]]
[Enter Constable with the Irish man in Harpoole's apparel.]
CONSTABLE. Come, you villainous heretic, confess where your master is.
IRISHMAN. Vat mester?
MAYOR. Vat mester, you counterfeit rebel? this shall not serve your turn.
IRISHMAN. Be sent Patrick I ha no mester.
CONSTABLE. Where's the lord Cobham, sir John Old-castle, that lately is escaped out of the Tower?
IRISHMAN. Vat lort Cobham?
MAYOR. You counterfeit, this shall not serve you; we'll torture you, we'll make you to confess where that arch-heretic, Lord Cobham, is: come, bind him fast.
IRISHMAN. Ahone, ahone, ahone, a Cree!
CONSTABLE. Ahone, you crafty rascal!
[Exeunt.]
ACT V. SCENE VII. The same. The yard of the Inn.
[Lord Cobham comes out in his gown stealing.]
COBHAM. Harpoole, Harpoole, I hear a marvelous noise about the house: God warrant us, I fear we are pursued: what, Harpoole.
HARPOOLE. [Within.] Who calls there?
COBHAM. Tis I; dost thou not hear a noise about the house?
HARPOOLE. Yes, mary, do I:--zwounds, I can not find my hose; this Irish rascal that was lodged with me all night hath stolen my apparel, and has left me nothing but a lowsy mantle, and a pair of brogues.