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Your Son in Scotland being thus employ'd,
Shall secretly into the bosom creep
Of that same noble Prelate, well belov’d,
Th’ Arch-bishop:

Hot. York, is’t not?

Wor. True, who bears hard
His brother's death at Bristol, the lord Scroop.
· I speak not this in estimation,
As what, I think, might be; but what, I know,
Is ruminated, plotted and set down ;
And only stays but to behold the face
Of that occasion, that shall bring it on.

Hot. I smell it: on my life, it will do well.
North. Before the game's a-foot, thou still lett'st slip.

Hot. It cannot chuse but be a noble Plot;
And then the Power of Scotland, and of York
To join with Mortimer; ha!

Wor. So they shall.
Hot. In faith, it is exceedingly well aim'd.

Wor. And 'tis no little reason bids us speed
To save our heads, by raising of a head:
For, bear our felves as even as we can,
The King will always think him in our debt;
And think, we deem our felves unsatisfy'd,
Till he hath found a time to pay us home.
And see already, how he doth begin
To make us strangers to his looks of love,

Hot. He does, he does; we'll be reveng'd on him.

1 1 speak not this in estimation,) Estimation for conje&ture. But between this and the foregoing verse it appears there were some lines which are now loft. For, consider the sense. What was it that was ruminated, plotted, and set down? Why, as the text stands at present, that the Archbishop bore his brother's death bardly. It is plain then that they were some consequences of that resentment which the speaker informed Hot-spur of, and to which his conclusion of, I speak not this by conje&ture but on good proof, must be referred. But some player, I suppose, thinking the speech too long, struck them out. I 4


Wor. Cousin, farewel. No further go in this,
Than I by letters shall direct your course;
When time is ripe, which will be suddenly,
I'll steal to Glendower, and lord Mortimer,
Where you and Dowglas, and our Pow'rs at once,
(As I will fashion it) shall happily meet,
To bear our fortunes in our own strong arms,
Which now we hold at much uncertainty.

[trust. North. Farewel, good brother ; we shall thrive, I

Hot. Uncle, adieu: O let the hours be short, 'Till fields, and blows, and groans applaud our sport!



An Inn at Rochester.

Enter a Carrier with a Lantborn in bis Hand.


EIGH 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 packt. What, oftler ?

Ost. [within.] Anon, anon.

i Car. I pr’ythee, Tom, beat Cutt's saddle, put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers, 'out of all cess.

I out of all cess.] The Oxford Editor not understanding this phrase, has alter'd it tomout of all case. As if it were likely that a blundering transcriber fhould change so common a word as case for cefs? which, it is probable, he understood no more than this critic; but it means out of all measure: the phrase being taken from a cess, tax or subsidy ; which being by regular and moderate rates, when any thing was exorbitant, or out of measure, it was faid to be, out of all cess.


Enter another Carrier. 2 Car. Pease and beans are * as dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the bots: this house is turn'd upside down, since Robin Oftler dy'd.

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

2 Car. I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas: I am ftung like a Tench.

I Car. Like a Tench? by th' Mass, 3 there's ne'er a King in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.

2 Car. Why, they will allow us ne'er a jourden, and then we leak in your chimney: and your chamber-lie breeds feas + like a Loach.

i Car. What, oftler, come away, and be hang'd, come away.

2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two (a) razes of ginger to be deliver'd as far as Charing-cross.

i Car. 'Odsbody, the Turkies in my panniers are quite starv’d. What, oftler? a plague on thee! haft thou never an eye in thy head ? canst not hear? an ’twere not as good a deed as drink, to break the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Çome and be hang'd, haft no faith in thee?

Enter Gads-hill. Gads. Good-morrow, carriers. What's o'clock? Car. I think, it be two o'clock.

Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lanthorn, to see my gelding in the stable. 2 as dank] i.e, wet, rotten.

Mr. Pope. 3 there's ne'er a King in Christendom could be better bit) Time, here, has added a pleasantry to the expression. For think, the word to bite was not then used in the cant sense to des ceive or impofe upon.

4 like a Loach.] Scotch, a lake.
[(a) Razes] Bales. Mr. Theobald.]


i Car. Nay, foft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i’faith.

Gads. I proythee, lend me thine.

2 Car. Ay, when ? canst tell ? lend me thy lanthorn, quoth a! marry, I'll see thee hang'd first.

Gads. 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 ир the gentlemen ; they will along with Company, for they have great Charge.

[Exeunt Carriers. SCENE . II.

Enter Chamberlain. Gads. What, ho, chamberlain! Cham. At hand, quoth pick-purse.

Gads. That's ev'n 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.

Chamb.Good-morrow, master Gads-bill; it holds curránt, 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 fupper ; 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.

Gads. Sirrah, if they meet not with St. Nicholas" clarks, I'll give thee this neck.

Cham. No, I'll none of it: I prythee, keep that for the hangman; for I know thou worshipp'st St. Nicholas as truly as a man of falfhood may.

5 St. Nicholas' clarks,] St. Nicholas was the Patron Saint of scholars : And Nicholas, or Old Nick, is a cant name for the Devil. Hence he equivocally calls robbers, St. Nicholas's clarks.


Gads. What talk'st thou to me of the hangman? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows. For if i hang, old Sir John hangs with me, and thou know'ft, he's no starveling. Tut, there are other Trojans that thou dream'ft not of, the which, for sport-sake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be look”d into, for their own credit fake, make all whole. I am join'd with no foot-land-rakers, no long-staff-fix-penny-strikers, none of those mad Mustachio-purple-hu’d-malt-worms; but with nobility and tranquillity; burgomasters, and great (a) Moneyers ; such as can hold in, such as will strike sooner than speak; and speak sooner than think; and think sooner than pray; and yet I lye, for they pray continually unto their Saint the Common-wealth ; or rather, not 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?

Gads. 7 She will, she will ; justice hath liquor'd her. We steal as in a castle, cock-lure; we have the receipt of Fern-seed, we walk invisible.

6 Such as will Arike sooner than speak; and speak fooner than DRINK; and DRINK, sooner than pray; ] According to the specimen, given us in this play, of this diffolute gang, we have no reason to think they were less ready to drink than speak. Besides, it is plain, a natural gradation was here intended to be given of their actions, relative to one another. But what has speaking, drinking and prazing to do with one another? We should certainly read THINK in both places instead of drink; and then we have a very segular and humourous climax. They will frike fooner than Speak; and speak fooner than THINK; and Think sooner than pray. By which last words is meant, that Tho' perhaps they may now and then reflect on their crimes, they will never repent of them. The Oxford Editor has dignified this correction by his adoption of it.

Ź She will, she will; juflice hath liquor'd her.] A Satire on chicane, in courts of justice; which supports ill men in their viojations of the law, under the very cover of it. [(a) Moneyers. N. Hardinge, Esq.--Vulg. One-eyers. ]


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