But, Coreb, thou to hell shalt Fabell carry.

[Exit.]

FABELL.
Then thus betwixt us two this variance ends,
Thou to thy fellow Fiends, I to my friends.

[Exit.]


ACT I.

SCENE I. The George Inn, Waltham.


[Enter Sir Arthur Clare, Dorcas, his Lady, Milliscent, his
daughter, young Harry Clare; the men booted, the gentlewomen
in cloaks and safeguards. Blague, the merry host of the
George, comes in with them.]

HOST.
Welcome, good knight, to the George at Waltham, my free-hold,
my tenements, goods and chattels. Madam, here's a room is
the very Homer and Iliad of a lodging, it hath none of the
four elements in it; I built it out of the Center, and I
drink ne'er the less sack. Welcome, my little waste of
maiden-heads! What? I serve the good Duke of Norfolk.

CLARE.