Act the Second.
Enter Captaine Sackburie, reading a Letter, and Thomas.
Capt. Hum—hum—Where's the gold?
Tho. Here, Sir; one, two, three, fowre, and five.
Cap. Thou hast learnd the Cinque pace[235], Tho: is the gold weight?
Tho. I hope so, Sir.
Cap. Hum—into the Country;—thou hast a horse, too?
Tho. Not about me, Sir, but he is ready, all but brideling and sadling, at our Inne, Captaine. My master sayes you shalbe troubled with no horse but his.
Cap. Why, is he lame?
Tho. What? Truehunt, the black nag with three white feete? he lame? You meane that I ride upon my selfe.