Fang. A rescue! a rescue!
Host. Good people, bring a rescue or two. Thou wo't,[3494][3495]
wo't thou? thou wo't, wo't ta? do, do, thou rogue! do,[3495][3496]
thou hemp-seed!
Fal. Away, you scullion! you rampallian! you fustilarian![3497][3498]55
I'll tickle your catastrophe.
Enter the Lord Chief-Justice, and his men.[3499]
Ch. Just. What is the matter? keep the peace here, ho![3500]
Host. Good my lord, be good to me. I beseech you,
stand to me.
Ch. Just. How now, Sir John! what are you brawling here?[3501][3502]60
Doth this become your place, your time and business?[3502]
You should have been well on your way to York.[3502]
Stand from him, fellow: wherefore hang'st upon him?[3502][3503]
Host. O my most worshipful lord, an't please your
grace, I am a poor widow of Eastcheap, and he is arrested65
at my suit.
Ch. Just. For what sum?
Host. It is more than for some, my lord; it is for all,[3504]
all I have. He hath eaten me out of house and home; he[3504]
hath put all my substance into that fat belly of his: but I70
will have some of it out again, or I will ride thee o'nights
like the mare.