Rud. Why? doost thinke its any more?
Goos. I, Ile lay ten pounds its more than ten miles, or twelve eyther.
Rud. What, to Barnet.
Goos. I, to Barnet.
Rud. Slydd, Ile lay a hundred pound with thee, if thou wilt.
Goos. Ile lay five hundred, to a hundred. Slight I will not be outborne with a wager, in that I know: I am sure it was foure yeeres agon ten miles thether, and I hope tis more now. Slydd doe not miles grow thinke you, as well as other Animals?
Ia. O wise Knight!
Goos. I never innd in the Towne but once, and then they lodged me in a Chamber so full of these Ridiculous Fleas, that I was fain to lie standing all night, and yet I made my man rise, and put out the Candle too, because they should not see to bite me.
Foul. A pretty project.
Bul. Intruth Captaine, if I might advise you, you should tarry, and take the morning afore you.