1ST COL. I'll gee her the lash. Come out, ye bearded witch.
[Bring forth ELY, with a yard in his hand and linen cloth, dressed like a woman.
ELY. Good fellows, let me go! there's gold to drink,
I am a man, though in woman's weeds.
Yonder's Prince John: I pray ye, let me go.
QU. MO. What rude companions have we yonder, Salisbury?
1ST COL. Shall we take his money?
2D COL. No, no; this is the thief that robbed Master Michaels, and came in like a woman in labour, I warrant ye.
SAL. Who have ye here, honest colliers?
2D COL. A monster, a monster! a woman with a beard, a man in a petticoat. A monster, a monster!
SAL. What, my good Lord of Ely, is it you?—Ely is taken, here's the chancellor!
1ST COL. Pray God we be not hanged for this trick.