[Friskiball riseth, and stands a far off.]
SEELY. Aye, we are kicked away, now we come for our own; the time hath been he would a looked more friendly upon us. And you, Hodge, we know you well enough, though you are so fine.
CROMWELL.
Come hither, sirrah.—Stay, what men are these?
My honest Host of Hounslow and his wife!
I owe thee money, father, do I not?
SEELY. Aye, by the body of me, dooest thou. Would thou wouldest pay me: good four pound it is, I have a the post at home.
CROMWELL.
I know tis true. Sirra, give him ten Angels:
And look your wife and you do stay to dinner:
And while you live, I freely give to you
Four pound a year, for the four pound I ought you.
SEELY. Art not changed, art old Tom still! Now God bless the good Lord Tom. Home, Joan, home; I'll dine with my Lord Tom to day, and thou shalt come next week. Fetch my Cow; home, Joan, home.
WIFE. Now God bless thee, my good Lord Tom; I'll fetch my cow presently.
[Exit Wife.]
[Enter Gardiner.]
CROMWELL.
Sirra, go to yon stranger; tell him I
Desire him stay at dinner. I must speak
With him.