BREWER. Nor a wiser, nor a merrier, nor an honester; go to, I’ll put that in upon mine own knowledge.
PORTER. Nay, and ye bait him his due of his housekeeping, hang ye all! ye have many Lord Chancellor’s comes in debt at the year’s end, and for very housekeeping.
HORSEKEEPER. Well, he was too good a lord for us, and therefore, I fear, God himself will take him: but I’ll be hanged, if ever I have such an other service.
BREWER. Soft, man, we are not discharged yet: my lord may come home again, and all will be well.
BUTLER.
I much mistrust it; when they go to raining once, there’s ever foul
weather for a great while after. But soft; here comes Master
Gough and Master Catesby: now we shall hear more.
[Enter Gough and Catesby with a paper.]
HORSEKEEPER.
Before God, they are very sad; I doubt my lord is condemned.
PORTER.
God bless his soul! and a fig then for all wordly condemnation.
GOUGH.
Well said, Giles porter, I commend thee for it;
Twas spoken like a well affected servant
Of him that was a kind lord to us all.
CATESBY.
Which now no more he shall be; for, dear fellows,
Now we are masterless, though he may live
So long as please the king: but law hath made him
A dead man to the world, and given the axe his head,
But his sweet soul to live among the saints.