HARPOOLE.
What, hast thou never an empty room in thy house for me?
HOST.
Not a bed, by my troth: there came a poor Irish man, and
I lodged him in the barn, where he has fair straw, though
he have nothing else.
HARPOOLE. Well, mine host, I pray thee help me to a pair of fair sheets, and I’ll go lodge with him.
HOST. By the mass, that thou shalt; a good pair of hempen sheets, were never lain in: Come.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V. SCENE V. The same. A street.
[Enter Constable, Mayor, and Watch.]
MAYOR.
What? have you searched the town?
CONSTABLE. All the town, sir; we have not left a house unsearched that uses to lodge.
MAYOR.
Surely, my lord of Rochester was then deceived,
Or ill informed of sir John Old-castle,
Or if he came this way he’s past the town.
He could not else have scaped you in the search.