Part 3 (1/2)

Ostlers, you knaves and commanders, take the horses of the knights and compet.i.tors: your honourable hulks have put into harborough, they'll take in fresh water here, and I have provided clean chamber-pots. Via, they come!

[Enter Sir Richard Mounchesney, Sir Raph Jerningham, young Frank Jerningham, Raymond Mounchesney, Peter Fabell, and Bilbo.]

HOST.

The destinies be most neat Chamberlains to these swaggering puritans, knights of the subsidy.

SIR MOUNCHESNEY.

G.o.d a mercy, good mine host.

SIR JERNINGHAM.

Thanks, good host Blague.

HOST.

Room for my case of pistolles, that have Greek and Latin bullets in them; let me cling to your flanks, my nimble Giberalters, and blow wind in your calves to make them swell bigger. Ha, I'll caper in mine own fee-simple; away with puntillioes and Orthography! I serve the good Duke of Norfolk. Bilbo, t.i.tere tu, patulae recubans sub tegmine f.a.gi.

BILBO.

Truly, mine host, Bilbo, though he be somewhat out of fas.h.i.+on, will be your only blade still. I have a villanous sharp stomach to slice a breakfast.

HOST.

Thou shalt have it without any more discontinuance, releases, or atturnement. What! we know our terms of hunting and the sea-card.

BILBO.

And do you serve the good duke of Norfolk still?

HOST.

Still, and still, and still, my souldier of S. Quintins: come, follow me; I have Charles waine below in a but of sack, t'will glister like your Crab-fish.

BILBO.

You have fine Scholler-like terms; your Coopers Dixionary is your only book to study in a celler, a man shall find very strange words in it. Come, my host, let's serve the good duke of Norfolk.

HOST.

And still, and still, and still, my boy, I'll serve the good duke of Norfolk.

[Exeunt Host and Bilbo.]

[Enter Sir Arthur Clare, Harry Clare, and Milliscent.]

JERNINGHAM.

Good Sir Arthur Clare!

CLARE.

What Gentleman is that? I know him not.

MOUNCHESNEY.

Tis Master Fabell, Sir, a Cambridge scholler, My son's dear friend.

CLARE.

Sir, I intreat you know me.

FABELL.