HOST. Tush, the knave keepers are my bosonians and my pensioners. Nine a clock! be valiant, my little Gogmagogs; I’ll fence with all the Justices in Hartford shire. I’ll have a Buck till I die; I’ll slay a Doe while I live; hold your bow straight and steady. I serve the good duke of Norfolk.
SMUG.
O rare! who, ho, ho, boy!
SIR JOHN. Peace, neighbor Smug. You see this is a Boor, a Boor of the country, an illiterate Boor, and yet the Citizen of good fellows: come, let’s provide; a hem, Grass and hay! we are not yet all mortall; we’ll live till we die, and be merry, and there’s an end. Come, Smug1
SMUG.
Good night, Waltham—who, ho, ho, boy!
[Exeunt.]
SCENE II. The George Inn.
[Enter the Knights and Gentlemen from breakfast again.]
OLD MOUNTCHESNEY.
Nor I for thee, Clare, not of this.
What? hast thou fed me all this while with shalles.
And com’st to tell me now, thou lik’st it not?
CLARE.
I do not hold thy offer competent;
Nor do I like th’ assurance of thy Land,
The title is so brangled with thy debts.
OLD MOUNTCHESNEY.
Too good for thee; and, knight, thou knowst it well,
I fawnd not on thee for thy goods, not I;
Twas thine own motion; that thy wife doth know.