ACT V. SCENE VII. The same. The yard of the Inn. [Lord Cobham comes out in his gown stealing.] COBHAM. Harpoole, Harpoole, I hear a marvelous noise about the house: God warrant us, I fear we are pursued: what, Harpoole. HARPOOLE. [Within.] Who calls there? COBHAM. Tis I; dost thou not hear a noise about the house? HARPOOLE. Yes, mary, do I:—zwounds, I can not find my hose; this Irish rascal that was lodged with me all night hath stolen my apparel, and has left me nothing but a lowsy mantle, and a pair of brogues. Get up, get up, and if the carrier and his wench be asleep, change you with them as he hath done with me, and see if we can escape. [Exit lord Cobham.] [A hoise again heard about the house, a pretty while; then enter the Constable, meeting Harpoole in the Irish man’s apparel.] CONSTABLE. Stand close, here comes the Irish man that did the murther; by all tokens, this is he. MAYOR. And perceiving the house beset, would get away. Stand, sirra. HARPOOLE. What are thou that bidst me stand? CONSTABLE. I am the Officer, and am come to search for an Irish man, such a villain as thy self, that hast murthered a man this last night by the high way. HARPOOLE. Sblood, Constable, art thou mad? am I an Irish man? MAYOR. Sirra, we’ll find you an Irish man before we part: lay hold upon him. CONSTABLE. Make him fast. O thou bloody rogue! [Enter Lord Cobham and his lady in the carrier and wenches apparel.] COBHAM. What, will these Ostlers sleep all day? Good morrow, good morrow. Come, wench, come. Saddle! saddle! Now afore God too fair days, ha? CONSTABLE. Who comes there? MAYOR. Oh, tis Lancashire carrier; let him pass. COBHAM. What, will no body open the gates here? Come, let’s int stable to look to our capons. [Exeunt Cobham and his Lady.] [The carrier calling.] CLUB. [Calling.] Host! why ostler! zwooks, here’s such a bomination company of boys. A pox of this pigsty at the house end: it fills all the house full of fleas. Ostler! ostler! [Enter Ostler.] OSTLER. Who calls there? what would you have? CLUB. Zwooks, do you rob your guests? do you lodge rogues and slaves, and scoundrels, ha? they ha stolen our clothes here: why, ostler! OSTLER. A murrein choke you, what a bawlin you keep. [Enter Host.] HOST. How now, what would the carrier have? look up there. OSTLER. They say that the man and woman that lay by them have stolen their clothes. HOST. What, are the strange folks up yet that come in yester night? CONSTABLE. What, mine host, up so early? HOST. What, master Mayor, and master Constable! MAYOR. We are come to seek for some suspected persons, And such as here we found, have apprehended. [Enter the Carrier and Kate in lord Cobham and ladies apparel.] CONSTABLE. Who comes here?