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 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.]
ACT V. 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.