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that lord Cobham stays so long； His counsel in this case would much avail
us。
＇They rise from the table； and the King steps in to them； with his
Lords。＇
SCROOP。 What； shall we rise thus； and determine nothing？
KING。 That were a shame indeed； no； sit again； And you shall have my
counsel in this case。 If you can find no way to kill this King； Then you
shall see how I can further ye： Scroop's way of poison was indifferent； But
yet； being bed…fellow unto the King； And unsuspected sleeping in his
bosom； In mine opinion； that's the likelier way； For such false friends are
able to do much； And silent night is Treason's fittest friend。 Now；
Cambridge； in his setting hence for France； Or by the way； or as he goes
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abroad； To do the deed； what was indifferent too； Yet somewhat doubtful；
might I speak my mind。 For many reasons needless now to urge。 Mary；
Lord Gray came something near the point： To have the King at counsel；
and there murder him； As Caesar was； amongst his dearest friends： None
like to that； if all were of his mind。 Tell me； oh tell me； you； bright honor's
stains； For which of all my kindnesses to you； Are ye become thus traitors
to your king； And France must have the spoil of harry's life？
ALL。 Oh pardon us； dread lord。
＇All kneeling。＇
KING。 How； pardon ye？ that were a sin indeed。 Drag them to death；
which justly they deserve；
＇They lead them away。＇
And France shall dearly buy this villainy； So soon as we set footing on
her breast。 God have the praise for our deliverance； And next； our thanks；
Lord Cobham； is to thee； True perfect mirror of nobility。
＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE II。 A high road near St。 Albans。
＇Enter Priest and Doll。＇
SIR JOHN。 Come； Doll； come； be merry； wench。 Farewell； Kent； we
are not fond for thee。 Be lusty； my lass； come； for Lancashire； We must nip
the Boung for these crowns。
DOLL。 Why； is all the gold spent already that you had the other day？
SIR JOHN。 Gone； Doll； gone； flown； spent； vanished： the devil；
drink and the dice has devoured all。
DOLL。 You might have left me in Kent； that you might； until you
had been better provided； I could have stayed at Cobham。
SIR JOHN。 No； Doll； no； I'll none of that； Kent's too hot； Doll；
Kent's too hot。 The weathercock of Wrotham will crow no longer：
we have pluckt him； he has lost his feathers； I have pruned him bare； left
him thrice； is moulted； is moulted； wench。
DOLL。 Faith； sir John； I might have gone to service again； old master
Harpoole told me he would provide me a mistress。
SIR JOHN。 Peace； Doll； peace。 Come； mad wench； I'll make thee an
honest woman； we'll into Lancashire to our friends： the troth is； I'll marry
thee。 We want but a little money to buy us a horse； and to spend by the
way； the next sheep that comes shall lose his fleece； we'll have these
crowns； wench； I warrant thee。
＇Enter the Irish man with his master slain。＇
Stay； who comes here？ some Irish villain； me thinks； that has slain a
man； and draws him out of the way to rifle him。 Stand close； Doll； we'll
see the end。
＇The Irish man falls to rifle his master。＇
IRISHMAN。 Alas； poe mester； Sir Rishard Lee； be saint Patrick is rob
and cut thy trote for dee shaine； and dy money； and dee gold ring be me
truly： is love thee well； but now dow be kill； thee bee shitten kanave。
SIR JOHN。 Stand； sirra； what art thou？
IRISHMAN。 Be saint Patrick； mester； is pore Irisman； is a leufter。
SIR JOHN。 Sirra； sirra； you are a damned rogue； you have killed a
man here； and rifled him of all that he has。 Sblood； you rogue； deliver； or
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I'll not leave you so much as an Irish hair above your shoulders； you
whoreson Irish dog。 Sirra； untruss presently； come； off and dispatch； or by
this cross I'll fetch your head off as clean as a bark。
IRISHMAN。 Wee's me； saint Patrick！ Ise kill me mester for chain
and his ring； and nows be rob of all： mee's undoo。
＇Priest robs him。＇
SIR JOHN。 Avant； you rascal！ Go； sirra； be walking。 Come； Doll；
the devil laughs； when one thief robs another： come； mad wench； we'll to
saint Albans； and revel in our bower； hey； my brave girl。
DOLL。 O thou art old sir John when all's done； yfaith。
＇Exeunt。＇
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SCENE III。 St。 Albans。 The entrance of a
carrier's inn。
＇Enter the host of the Bell with the Irish man。＇
IRISHMAN。 Be me tro； mester； is pore Irisman； is want ludging； is
have no money； is starve and cold： good mester； give her some meat； is
famise and tie。
HOST。 Yfaith； my fellow； I have no lodging； but what I keep for my
guess； that I may not disappoint： as for meat thou shalt have such as
there is； & if thou wilt lie in the barn； there's fair straw； and room enough。
IRISHMAN。 Is thank my mester hartily； de straw is good bed for me。
HOST。 Ho； Robin！
ROBIN。 Who calls？
HOST。 Shew this poor Irishman into the barn； go； sirra。
＇Exeunt。＇
＇Enter carrier and Kate。＇
CLUB。 Ho； who's within here？ who looks to the horses？ God's hat！
here's fine work： the hens in the manger； and the hogs in the litter。 A
bots found you all； here's a house well looked to； yvaith。
KATE。 Mas； goffe Club； I'se very cawd。
CLUB。 Get in； Kate； get in to fire and warm thee。 Ho！ John
Hostler。
＇Enter Hostler。＇
HOSTLER。 What； gaffer Club？ welcome to saint Albans。 How does
all our friends in Lancashire？
CLUB。 Well； God have mercy； John； how does Tom； where's he？
HOSTLER。 O； Tom is gone from hence； he's at the three horse…loves at
Stony…stratford。 How does old Dick Dunne？
CLUB。 God's hat； old Dunne has been moyerd in a slough in Brickhill…
lane； a plague found it； yonder is such abomination weather as never was
seen。
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
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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。＇
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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；