Raphe. Sirrha Ned, Ile have no more post horse to ride on: Ile have another fetch.[1330] 5
Ermsbie. I pray you, how is that, my lord?
Raphe. Marrie, sir, Ile send to the Ile of Eely for foure or five dozen of geese, and Ile have them tide six and six together with whipcord: now upon their backes will I have a faire field bed with a canapie; and so, when it is my pleasure, Ile flee into what place I please. This will be easie. 11
Warren. Your honour hath said well: but shall we to Brasennose Colledge before we pull off our bootes?
Ermsbie. Warren, well motion'd; wee will to the frier
Before we revell it within the towne.— 15
Raphe, see that you keepe your countenance like a prince.
Raphe. Wherefore have I such a companie of cutting[1331] knaves to wait upon me, but to keep and defend my countenance against all mine enemies? have you not good swords and bucklers?
Enter Bacon and Miles.
Ermsbie. Stay, who comes heere? 20