Jen. Do you hear? I were best to take a constable with me.
Geo. Why so?
Jen. Why, they, being gentlemen's horses, may stand on their reputation, and will not obey me.
Geo. Go, do as I bid you, sir.
Jen. Well, I may go.
The Earl of Kendal, Lord Bonfield, and Sir Gilbert Armstrong come forward.
Ken. Whither away, sir?
Jen. Whither away! I am going to put the horses in the pound.
Ken. Sirrah, those three horses belong to us,
And we put them in,
And they must tarry there and eat their fill.
Jen. Stay, I will go tell my master.—Hear you, master? we have another prize: those three horses be in your wheat-close still, and here be three geldings more.
Geo. What be these?
Jen. These are the masters of the horses.