Host. Sir Iohn, theres his Castle, his standing bed, his trundle 5 bed, his chamber is painted about with the story of the prodigall, fresh and new, goe knock, heele speak like an Antripophiginian to thee:
Knock I say.
Sim. Sir I should speak with an old woman that went vp into 10 his chamber.
Host. An old woman, the knight may be robbed, Ile call bully knight, bully sir Iohn. Speake from thy Lungs military: it is thine host, thy Ephesian calls.
Fal. Now mine host,
15 Host: Here is a Bohemian tarter bully, tarries the comming downe of the fat woman: Let her descend bully, let her descend, my chambers are honorable, pah priuasie, fie.
Fal. Indeed mine host there was a fat woman with me,
But she is gone.
Enter sir Iohn.
20 Sim. Pray sir, was it not the wise woman of Brainford?