A comely vessel, and a necessary.

New scour'd he is: Here's to thee, marshal Fly;
In milk, my young Anon says.
Pierce. Cream of the grape,

[Drinks.

That dropt from Juno's breasts and sprung the lily! I can recite your fables, Fly. Here is, too,

The blood of Venus, mother of the rose!

For. The dinner is gone up.
Jug. I hear the whistle.

[Music within.

For. Ay, and the fidlers: We must all go wait. Pierce. Pox o' this waiting, quarter-master Fly. Fly. When chambermaids are sovereigns, wait their ladies;

Fly scorns to breathe.

Peck. Or blow upon them, he.

Pierce. Old parcel Peck, art thou there? how now, lame!

Peck. Yes faith: it is ill halting afore cripples; I have got a dash of a jade here, will stick by me. Pierce. O you have had some phant'sy, fellow Peck, Some revelation

Peck. What?

Pierce. To steal the hay

Out of the racks again.

Fly. I told him so,

When the guests' backs were turn’d.

Pierce. Or bring his peck,

The bottom upwards, heap'd with oats; and cry,
Here's the best measure upon all the road! when,
You know, the guest put in his hand to feel,
And smell to the oats, that grated all his fingers
Upon the wood-

Peck. Mum!

Pierce. And found out your cheat.

Peck. I have been in the cellar, Pierce.

Pierce. You were then there,

Upon your knees, I do remember it,

To have the fact conceal'd.

I could tell more,

Soaping of saddles, cutting of horse-tails,

And cropping-pranks of ale, and hostelry

Fly. Which he cannot forget, he says, young knight, No more than you can other deeds of darkness, Done in the cellar.

Tip. Well said, bold professor.

Fer. We shall have some truth explain'd.
Pierce. We are all mortal,

And have our visions.

Peck. Truly, it seems to me,

That every horse has his whole peck, and tumbles Up to the ears in litter.

Fly. When, indeed,

There's no such matter, not a smell of provender. Fer. Not so much straw as would tie up a horsetail.

Fly. Nor any thing in the rack but two old cob

webs,

And so much rotten hay as had been a hen's nest. Trun. And yet he's ever apt to sweep the mangers!

Fer. But puts in nothing.

Pierce. These are fits and fancies. Which you must leave, good Peck.

Fly. And you must pray

It may be reveal'd to you at some times,

Whose horse you ought to cozen; with what conscience;

The how, and when: a parson's horse may sufferPierce. Whose master's double beneficed; put in

that.

Fly. A little greasing in the teeth; 'tis wholesome; And keeps him in a sober shuffle.

Pierce. His saddle too

May want a stirrup.

Fly. And, it may be sworn,

His learning lay o' one side, and so broke it.

Peck. They have ever oats in their cloke-bags, to affront us.

Fly. And therefore 'tis an office meritorious, To tithe such soundly.

Pierce. And a grazier's may-—

Fer. O, they are pinching puckfists!

Trun. And suspicious.

Pierce. Suffer before the master's face, sometimes. Fly. He shall think he sees his horse eat half a bushel-

Pierce. When the slight is, rubbing his gums with

salt

Till all the skin come off, he shall but mumble,
Like an old woman that were chewing brawn,
And drop them out again.

Tip. Well argued, cavalier.

Fly. It may do well; and go for an example. But, coz, have a care of understanding horses, Horses with angry heels, nobility horses,

Horses that know the world; let them have meat Till their teeth ake, and rubbing till their ribs

Shine like a wench's forehead: they are devils else, Will look into your dealings.

Peck. For mine own part,

The next I cozen of the pamper'd breed,

I wish he may be foundred.

Fly. Foun-der-ed.

Prolate it right.

Peck. And of all four, I wish it,
I love no crupper-compliments.
Pierce. Whose horse was it?

Peck. Why, master Burst's.
Pierce. Is Bat Burst come?
Peck. An hour

He has been here.

Tip. What Burst?

Pierce. Mas Bartolmew Burst.

One that hath been a citizen, since a courtier,
And now a gamester: hath had all his whirls,
And bouts of fortune, as a man would say,
Once a bat and ever a bat! a rere-mouse,
And bird of twilight, he has broken thrice.

Tip. Your better man, the Genoway proverb says: Men are not made of steel.

Pierce. Nor are they bound

Always to hold.

Fly. Thrice honourable colonel, Hinges will crack.

Tip. Though they be Spanish iron.

Pierce. He is a merchant still, adventurer, At in-and-in; and is our thoroughfare's friend. Tip. Who, Jug's?

Pierce. The same: and a fine gentleman

Was with him.

Peck. Master Huffle.

Pierce. Who, Hodge Huffle!

Tip. What's he?

Pierce. A cheater, and another fine gentleman, A friend o' the chamberlain's, Jordan's.

Huffle,

He's Burst's protection.

Fly. Fights and vapours for him.

Pierce. He will be drunk so civilly--
Fly. So discreetly-

Pierce. And punctually! just at this hour.
Fly. And then

Call for his Jordan with that hum and state,

As if he piss'd the politics.

Pierce. And sup

Master

With his tuft-taffata night gear, here, so silently!

Fly. Nothing but music.

Pierce. A dozen of bawdy songs.

Tip. And knows the general this?
Fly. O no, sir; dormit,

Dormit patronus still, the master sleeps.
They'll steal to bed.

Pierce. In private, sir, and pay

The fidlers with that modesty, next morning.
Fly. Take a dejeune of muskadel and eggs.
Pierce. And pack away in their trundling cheats,"
like gipsies.

Trun. Mysteries, mysteries, Ferret.

Fer. Ay, we see, Trundle,

What the great officers in an inn may do;

I do not say the officers of the Crown,

But the Light Heart.

Tip. I'll see the Bat and Huffle.

Fer. I have some business, sir, I crave your

pardon

Tip. What?

Fer. To be sober.

Tip. Pox, go get you gone then.

[Exit.

Trundle shall stay.

Trun. No, I beseech you, colonel.

Your lordship has a mind to be drunk private,

With these brave gallants; I will step aside

Into the stables, and salute my mares.

[Exit.

Pierce. Yes, do, and sleep with them.-Let him

go, base whip-stock;

He is as drunk as a fish now, almost as dead.
Tip. Come, I will see the flicker-mouse, my Fly.

[Exeunt.

5 Trundling cheats.] Among gypsies and professed beggars, the cant term for carts or coaches.