Then ware what is done, for he is Henries white[1379] son.
Raphe. Doctors, whose doting nightcaps[1380] are not capable of my ingenious dignitie, know that I am Edward Plantagenet, whom if you displease will[1381] make a shippe that shall hold all your colleges, and so carrie away the niniversity with a fayre wind to the Banke-side in Southwarke.—How sayst thou, Ned Warraine, shall I not do it? 72
Warren. Yes, my good lord; and, if it please your lordship, I wil gather up all your old pantophles, and with the corke[1382] make you a pinnis of five-hundred tunne, that shall serve the turne marvellous well, my lord. 76
Ermsbie. And I, my lord, will have pioners to undermine the towne, that the very gardens and orchards be carried away for your summer-walkes.
Miles. And, I, with scientia and great diligentia, 80
Will conjure and charme, to keepe you from harme;
That utrum horum mavis, your very great navis,
Like Bartlets[1383] ship, from Oxford do skip
With colleges and schooles, full loaden with fooles.
Quid dices ad hoc, worshipfull Domine Dawcocke?[1384] 85