Jen. And if I find any in the pound, I shall turn them out. [Exit.
Enter the Earl of Kendal, Lord Bonfield, Sir Gilbert Armstrong, all disguised, with a train of men.
Ken. Now we have put the horses in the corn,
Let us stand in some corner for to hear
What braving terms the Pinner will breathe
When he spies our horses in the corn.
[Retires with the others.
Re-enter Jenkin blowing his horn.
Jen. O master, where are you? we have a prize.
Geo. A prize! what is it?
Jen. Three goodly horses in our wheat-close.
Geo. Three horses in our wheat-close! whose be they?
Jen. Marry, that's a riddle to me; but they are there; velvet[306] horses, and I never saw such horses before. As my duty was, I put off my cap, and said as followeth: "My masters, what do you make in our close?" One of them, hearing me ask what he made there, held up his head and neighed, and after his manner laughed as heartily as if a mare had been tied to his girdle. "My masters," said I, "it is no laughing matter; for, if my master take you here, you go as round as a top to the pound." Another untoward jade, hearing me threaten him to the pound and to tell you of them, cast up both his heels, and let such a monstrous great fart, that was as much as in his language to say, "A fart for the pound, and a fart for George-a-Greene!" Now I, hearing this, put on my cap, blew my horn, called them all jades, and came to tell you.
Geo. Now, sir, go and drive me those three horses to the pound.