1. Car.

Heigh ho, an't be not four by the day I'll be hang'd. Charles wain is over the new Chimney, and yet our Horse not pack't. What, Ostler?

Ost.

Anon, anon.

1. Car.

I prethee Tom, beat Cuts Saddle, put a few Flocks in the point: The poor Jade is wrung in the Withers, out of all cess.

2. Car.

Pease and Beans are as dank here as a Dog, and this is the next way to give poor Jades the Bots: This House is turn'd upside down since Robin the Ostler died.

1. Car.

Poor fellow never joy'd since the price of Oats rose, it was the death of him.

2. Car.

I think this House is the most Villanous House in all London road for Fleas: I am stung like a Tench.

1. Car.

Like a Tench? There's ne're a King in Christendom, could be better bit, than I have been since the first Cock.

2. Car.

Why, you will allow us ne're a Jourden, and then we leak in your Chimney: And your Chamber-lye breeds Fleas like a Loach.

1. Car.

What Ostler, come away, and be hang'd, come away.

2. Car.

I have a Gammon of Bacon, and two razes of Ginger, to be deliver'd as far as Charing-Cross.

1. Car.

The Turkies in my Panniers are quite starv'd. What Ostler? a plague on thee, hast thou never an eye in thy head? canst not hear? and 'twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very Villain. Come and be hang'd, hast no faith in thee?

Gad.

Cood morrow, Carriers. What's a Clock?

Car.

I think it be two a Clock.

Gad.

I prethee lend me thy Lanthorn to see my Gelding in the Stable.

1. Car.

Nay, soft I pray ye, I know a trick worth two of that.

Gad.

I prethee lend me thine.

2. Car.

I, when, canst tell? lend me thy Lanthorn (quoth a) marry I'll see the hang'd first.

Gad.

Sirrah, Carrier: what time do you mean to come to London?

2. Car.

Time enough to go to bed with a Candle, I warrant thee. Come Neighbour Mugges, we'll call up the Gentlemen, they will along with company, for they have a great charge.

Gad.

What ho, Chamberlain?

Cham.

At hand quoth Pick-purse.

Gad.

That's even as fair, as at hand quoth the Chamberlain: For thou variest no more from picking of Purses, than giving direction doth from labouring. Thou lay'st the plot, how.

Cham.

Good morrow Master Gads-hill, it holds current that I told you yesternight. There's a Franklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred Marks with him in Gold: I heard him tell it to one of his Company last night at Supper; a kind of Auditor, one that hath abundance of Charge too, (God knows what) they are up already, and call for Eggs and Butter. They will away presently.

Gad.

Sirrah, if they meet not with S. Nicholas Clarks, I'll give thee this neck.

Cham.

No, I'll none of it: I prethee keep that for the Hangman, for I know thou worship'st S. Nicholas as truely as a man of falshood may.

Gad.

What talkest thou to me of the Hangman? If I hang I'll make a fat pair of Gollows. For if I hang, old Sir John hangs with me, and thou know'st he is no Starveling. I am joyn'd with no Foot-Land-Rakers, no Long-staff six penny strikers, such as will strike sooner than speak; and speak sooner than drink, and drink sooner than pray; and yet I lye, for they pray continually unto their Saint the Common-wealth; or rather, not to pray to her, but prey on her: for they ride up and down on her; and make her their Boots.

Cham.

What, the Common-wealth their Boots? Will she hold out water in foul way?

Gad.

She will, she will; Justice hath liquor'd her. We steal, as in a Castle, Cock-sure: we have the receit of Fern-seed, we walk invisible.

Cham.

Nay, I think rather, you are more beholding to the Night, than the Fern-seed, for your walking invisible.

Gad.
Give me thy hand.
Thou shalt have a share in our purpose,
As I am a true man.

Cham.

Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false Thief.

Gad.

Go to: Homo is a common name to all men. Bid the Ostler bring the Gelding out of the Stable. Farewell, ye muddy knave.