CLUB.
Faith, well said, old Jack; thou art the old lad still.
HOSTLER.
Come, Gaffer Club, unload, unload, and get to supper, and
I'll rub dun the while. Come.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V. SCENE IV. The same. A room in the carrier's inn.
[Enter the host, sir John Old-castle, and Harpoole.]
HOST.
Sir, you are welcome to this house, to such as here is with
all my heart, but, by the mass, I fear your lodging will be
the worst. I have but two beds, and they are both in a
chamber, and the carrier and his daughter lies in the one,
and you and your wife must lie in the other.
COBHAM.
In faith, sir, for my self I do not greatly pass.
My wife is weary, and would be at rest,
For we have travelled very far today;
We must be content with such as you have.
HOST.
But I cannot tell how to do with your man.
HARPOOLE.
What, hast thou never an empty room in thy house for me?
HOST.
Not a bed, by my troth: there came a poor Irish man, and
I lodged him in the barn, where he has fair straw, though
he have nothing else.
HARPOOLE.
Well, mine host, I pray thee help me to a pair of fair
sheets, and I'll go lodge with him.
HOST.
By the mass, that thou shalt; a good pair of hempen
sheets, were never lain in: Come.
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