1. Scene I. Rochester. An Inn-Yard.
I pr'ythee, lend me thy lantern, to see my gelding in the
Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i'faith.
I pr'ythee, lend me thine.
Ay, when? canst tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth a? marry, I'll
see thee hang'd first.
Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?
Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant thee.--
Come, neighbour Muggs, we'll call up the gentlemen: they will
along with company, for they have great charge.
What, ho! chamberlain!
[Within.] At hand, quoth pick-purse.
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.
Good morrow, Master Gadshill. 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
Sirrah, if they meet not with Saint Nicholas' clerks, I'll give
thee this neck.
No, I'll none of it: I pr'ythee, keep that for the hangman; for
I know thou worshippest Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of