P. Edw. If it please your honour, we are all ready at an inch.
Ralph. Sirrah Ned, I'll have no more post-horse to ride on: I'll have another fetch.
Erms. I pray you, how is that, my lord?
Ralph. Marry, sir, I'll send to the Isle of Ely for four or five dozen of geese, and I'll have them tied six and six together with whip-cord: now upon their backs will I have a fair field-bed with a canopy; and so, when it is my pleasure, I'll flee into what place I please. This will be easy.
War. Your honour hath said well: but shall we to Brazen-nose College before we pull off our boots?
Erms. Warren, well motioned; we will to the friar before we revel it within the town.—Ralph, see you keep your countenance like a prince.
Ralph. Wherefore have I such a company of cutting[191] knaves to wait upon me, but to keep and defend my countenance against all mine enemies? have you not good swords and bucklers?
Enter Friar Bacon and Miles.
Erms. Stay, who comes here?