Howbeit the wayes were unknown to me, and thereupon I tooke up my
packet, unlocked and unbarred the doors, but those good and faithfull
doores which in the night did open of their owne accord, could then
scantly be opened with their keyes. And when I was out I cried, O
sirrah Hostler where art thou? Open the stable doore for I will ride
away by and by. The Hostler lying behinde the stable doore upon a
pallet, and half asleepe, What (quoth hee) doe you not know that the
wayes be very dangerous? What meane you to rise at this time of night?
If you perhaps guilty of some heynous crime, be weary of your life, yet
thinke you not that we are such Sots that we will die for you. Then
said I, It is well nigh day, and moreover, what can theeves take from
him that hath nothing? Doest thou not know (Foole as thou art) if thou
be naked, if ten Gyants should assaile thee, they could not spoyle or
rob thee? Whereunto the drowsie Hostler half asleepe, and turning on
the other side, answered, What know I whether you have murthered your
Companion whom you brought in yesternight, or no, and now seeke the
means to escape away? O Lord, at that time I remember the earth seemed
ready to open, and me thought I saw at hell gate the Dog Cerberus ready
to devour mee, and then I verily beleeved, that Meroe did not spare my
throat, mooved with pitty, but rather cruelly pardoned mee to bring mee
to the Gallowes. Wherefore I returned to my chamber, and there devised
with my selfe in what sort I should finish my life. But when I saw that
fortune should minister unto mee no other instrument than that which my
bed profered me, I said, O bed, O bed, most dear to me at this present,
which hast abode and suffered with me so many miseries, judge and
arbiter of such things as were done here this night, whome onely I may
call to witnesse for my innocency, render (I say) unto me some
wholesome weapon to end my life, that am most willing to dye. And
therewithal I pulled out a piece of the rope wherewith the bed was
corded, and tyed one end thereof about a rafter by the window, and with
the other end I made a sliding knot, and stood upon my bed, and so put
my neck into it, and leaped from the bed, thinking to strangle my selfe
and so dye, behold the rope beeing old and rotten burst in the middle,
and I fell down tumbling upon Socrates that lay under: And even at that
same very time the Hostler came in crying with a loud voyce, and sayd,
Where are you that made such hast at midnight, and now lies wallowing
abed? Whereupon (I know not whether it was by my fall, or by the great
cry of the Hostler) Socrates as waking out of sleepe, did rise up first
and sayd, It is not without cause that strangers do speake evill of all
such Hostlers, for this Catife in his comming in, and with his crying
out, I thinke under a colour to steale away something, hath waked me
out of a sound sleepe. Then I rose up joyfull with a merry countenance,
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