How now, my wench! how is't? what, not a word?—
Alas, poor soul, the toothache plagues her sore.—
Well, my wench,
Here is an angel for to buy thee pins, [Gives money.
And I pray thee use mine house;
The oftener, the more welcome: farewell. [Exit.
Bet. O blessèd love, and blessèd fortune both!
But, Bettris, stand not here to talk of love,
But hie thee straight unto thy George-a-Greene:
Never went roebuck swifter on the downs
Than I will trip it till I see my George. [Exit.
SCENE II.—A Wood near Wakefield.
Enter the Earl of Kendal, Lord Bonfield, Sir Gilbert Armstrong, and Jenkin.
Ken. Come away, Jenkin.
Jen. Come, here is his house. [Knocks at the door.]—Where be you, ho?
Geo. [within]. Who knocks there?
Ken. Here are two or three poor men, father, would speak with you.
Geo. [within]. Pray, give your man leave to lead me forth.
Ken. Go, Jenkin, fetch him forth. [Jenkin leads forth George-a-Greene disguised.
Jen. Come, old man.