_Re-enter_ JENKIN _blowing his horn._ _Jen._ O master, where are you? we have a prize. _Geo._ A prize! what is it? _Jen._ Three goodly horses in our wheat-close. _Geo._ Three horses in our wheat-close! whose be they? _Jen._ Marry, that's a riddle to me; but they are there; velvet[306] horses, and I never saw such horses before. As my duty was, I put off my cap, and said as followeth: "My masters, what do you make in our close?" One of them, hearing me ask what he made there, held up his head and neighed, and after his manner laughed as heartily as if a mare had been tied to his girdle. "My masters," said I, "it is no laughing matter; for, if my master take you here, you go as round as a top to the pound." Another untoward jade, hearing me threaten him to the pound and to tell you of them, cast up both his heels, and let such a monstrous great fart, that was as much as in his language to say, "A fart for the pound, and a fart for George-a-Greene!" Now I, hearing this, put on my cap, blew my horn, called them all jades, and came to tell you. _Geo._ Now, sir, go and drive me those three horses to the pound. _Jen._ Do you hear? I were best to take a constable with me. _Geo._ Why so? _Jen._ Why, they, being gentlemen's horses, may stand on their reputation, and will not obey me. _Geo._ Go, do as I bid you, sir. _Jen._ Well, I may go. _The_ EARL OF KENDAL, LORD BONFIELD, _and_ SIR GILBERT ARMSTRONG _come forward._ _Ken._ Whither away, sir? _Jen._ Whither away! I am going to put the horses in the pound. _Ken._ Sirrah, those three horses belong to us, And we put them in, And they must tarry there and eat their fill. _Jen._ Stay, I will go tell my master.--Hear you, master? we have another prize: those three horses be in your wheat-close still, and here be three geldings more. _Geo._ What be these? _Jen._ These are the masters of the horses. _Geo._ Now, gentlemen (I know not your degrees, But more you cannot be, unless you be kings,) Why wrong you us of Wakefield with your horses? I am the Pinner, and, before you pass, You shall make good the trespass they have done. _Ken._ Peace, saucy mate, prate not to us: I tell thee, Pinner, we are gentlemen. _Geo._ Why, sir, so may I, sir, although I give no arms. _Ken._ Thou! how art thou a gentleman? _Jen._ And such is my master, and he may give as good arms as ever your great-grandfather could give. _Ken._ Pray thee, let me hear how. _Jen._ Marry, my master may give for his arms the picture of April in a green jerkin, with a rook on one fist and an horn on the other: but my master gives his arms the wrong way, for he gives the horn on his fist; and your grandfather, because he would not lose his arms, wears the horn on his own head. _Ken._ Well, Pinner, sith our horses be in, In spite of thee they now shall feed their fill, And eat until our leisures serve to go.